What can we offer
the girl on the cliff,
the boy at the border ?
Despair and grief ?
A lifebuoy or a couple of wings ?
Or maybe some late what ifs ?
What can we offer
The one who wanted to hide a scar
The one who dreamed of a future
But found no finer ?
Nothing is what we can offer
The stranger
The sister
And the brother
Or maybe just a prayer
To one of his caliber.
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Hallucinations
Poetry"I'm not completely sure we aren't all living in a hallucination now." -- Marc Maron --
