Adorn
The bright arrogate colors
Surround me in mass
Closing my eyes is futile
Their obnoxious laughs
Mock me?
It's the red one
That taunts me relentlessly
With a disturbing madness
Which barks after me?
The others whimsically dance
A sadistic destruction
They paint war upon them
A trademark
That no two carry
People fawn over them
Placing them everywhere
No matter my hiding
I'll never be free
Lyn Church
Copyright © Lyn Church | Year Posted 2016
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