noseless,senseless and lost.
demons inside.
impossible to hide.
love and lust,
and learning who to trust.
We come into this world,
our protest never heard.
We kick and scream.
We become vile and mean.
our bitterness revealed,
can you blame us ?
We are born from Death and Dust.
-Zoie Garnett November 7th 2015
a noseless snowman. . . .
the crow nearby
pecks at a carrot
for Brian Strand's '2 or 3 LINE POEM any form,any theme' Poetry Contest