Is there some kind of beacon to pull us from this darkness?
Because all I see are tattered clouds and
shattered rainbows,
and I would fly as fast as wings would carry,
to seize a seed of comfort and innocuous growth.
Raise your hands to the darkness, and step inside,
where cattle are pried and schemers plotting their demise,
insert a sliver of purity into this cesspool
of hopelessness,
raise a flag.
What colours would fly?
What truths are worth fighting for?
What turning of events would change the face of future?
Why does it matter???
Wars. Death & Dying Peoples. Dis-Ease.
Perhaps from these will grow the plant of peace.
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Please Don't Touch
PoetryPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
