I keep wanting to run
for the hills
To cut off my head
and replace it
with flowers
But I can't escape
the fear
and the anger
I carry them with me
they've blinded my entry
into the places
and people
I imbued with beauty
So that even the flowers
are doubted now
Yes, even the flowers
are cowards
2 comments:
Well done as always. May we all weather the storm and if we do remember that our Democracy isn't guaranteed.
Paul (strugglingwriter.wordpress.com)
With so many struggles to face, no one can be courageous in the face of them all. Not even the flowers.
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