There Are Days
Tonality of images, they range from black to gray
I have tried to be a brave one in a world of fear
my hair is getting longer and my patience short
yes there are days, ... I could easily abort;
The news, my emissary of messages and loss
I am slowly retrieving, like a wounded albatross
the dentistry is waiting, the meg cafe is closed
yes there are days,... I feel like just a slice
Inflections of disease, wounded by the mass
a residence of hell, like Jesus on the cross
My heart is but a whisper in a world of scream
yes there are days,... everyone seems mean.
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
Contest Name: Whisper to me
June 9, 2020
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2020
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