Blades of Grass
No difference in hunger or fear
Calling from under the evils so near
After losing all that's clear
The empty feeling of being here
The reality exported from my eyes
I'm the sea of illusions and lies
My mind's in paradise
While my heart cries
Decisions are ready made
The Indus blown and the grass is seated
Cutting deeper than any blade
Copyright © Eric Oakley | Year Posted 2017
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