I Cry
I open my door to let in air
and think of bad things
from the past
in the present
and that might be in the future
and think of all humanity
I cry
and lock my door.
I turn on my TV to see what is on air
and see the bad things
from the past
in the present
and that might be in the future
and see all humanity
in color
I cry
and pull out the plug..
Copyright © Rudolph Rinaldi | Year Posted 2016
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