There are cuts
You cannot see
Covering the
Whole of me
We are people
That will hide
Until we go
Dead inside
There are marks
I cannot fake
Where the elders
Take and take
I know who
I really am
But I cannot
Take a stand
Bruised and broken
A battered token
Just another
Sobbing story
So long ago
We were strong
Nobody thought
We were wrong
Light on our faces
Seat at a table
Nobody hungry
Nobody unstable
Where the hell
Did that world go?
Lost to the anger
Lost to the show?
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Cacti & Paper Airplanes
PoetryDeep collection of prickly sweet poems and songs. Topics range from friendship and exploring the life of inanimate objects to murder, greed, and death. Darker tone emerges later in the collection. Cheers!
