the world
has become
so
ugly.
and i know
that
there exist
beautiful people;
beautiful people,
with meek voices
and gentle hands,
waiting out there
somewhere,
for more of their kind
to come in
from the storm.
and maybe i'm too calloused
from all this.
too calloused
to lay my head
with beautiful,
meek voiced,
gentle-handed
people.
but still
i hope to one day find them.
but
until then,
the world
has become
so
ugly.
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Flotsam and other Doggerel
Poetryso often we can all feel broken and ugly and not very good, not too disimilar from so much poetry. but we can change, and with us so too can poetry change, how it speaks to us, or how we read it. poetry is ups and downs, the good bad ugly and stup...
