Rumors
The rumor that spread, that I had gained much.
That I had separated myself from the wolf-pack
that killed plenty.
They kicked and tried to break their way in, they were
skillful but I held myself up toward the end. They threw
stones at the windows, they tried everything to break their
way in.
It was a challenge, a task, but they fought their way in.
I stood as a man, even until the very end. They surrounded me,
looking for the rumor that had spread. They searched high and low,
for this so called rumor. The only thing they found was love and
happiness. I had gained a heart to love.
Copyright © Jamad Harris | Year Posted 2020
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