Innocent
even baby deer get shot in the head.
all the while someone is good at being bad,
and bad at being good ...and sad too.
like the cracks in the wall,
all hollow an all,
just knowing the words that were spoken,
and not sharing in the hits it took.
there's a pressure against the heart of most,
when intention is the frosting,
and lies the cake,
gulping it all down in a drowning sensation.
oh, how the trees bend,
and breathe,
and watch,
in horror,
even baby deer get shot in the head -
Copyright © Jim Cross | Year Posted 2014
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