someone else's eyes
What I need
for here,
acoustically
where?
It echoes
like a flood,
emerging
from the worse....
Truth
is a broth,
no,
its dissimilar
to green trees
and your God.
I failed in this life,
not to their
golden trumpets
those muppets.....
I do not ever
become,
bloody nosed,
at the bullies.
Copyright © Ryan Geoffrey Hayward | Year Posted 2025
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