Caging
The last of the people with answers are gone
they'll be buried on the first of next month.
I'm the coward who didn't ask the questions in time,
because I didn't want to unravel the blackness.
but the truth is a butterfly, and caging truth is a lion
given time the lion will escape, stalk then devour
but the butterfly will show the heart how to fly.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2024
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