For: Venting or Redemption Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Seth Pina
April 5, 2026
Today my forest is dark. The trees are sad and all the butterflies have broken wings.” ~ anon Sadness is an invisible thing and yet it wraps her world in a string colored black with no inbetween. She does not wander outside the lines defined by others’ worldly shrines, those who gild their lives with damascene. Doctors diagnose a simple case of lethargy and say she needs some extra energy, then prescribe a daily dose of amphetamine.
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