We Are Ripped From....
We are ripped from...
the birth canal of the beginning
ripped from Mom to teacher
ripped from school to school
ripped from friend to friend
We are ripped from...
job to job, place to place
We are ripped from...
even ourselves, thrown into a whole
new mindset
never mind the cost of the toll
Rumi was right when he wrote
The reed cries when ripped
from the Reed Bed
We are Ripped from...
our every comfort
crying to return to our reality
we are ripped from...
Copyright © Colin Amato | Year Posted 2009
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