"change, in essence, means leaving the past behind."
unheralded
leave,
oh leave this country
for this country holds
a universe of sins
of greed, of sorrow,
of pity, of weakness
of repentance.
leave
and never come back.
stay, you say?
stay, says the patriot.
to such callous,
such merciless souls i ask;
would you stay
and never leave,
would you protect
what you nurtured
if you realized
that you created
not a thorn bush with roses,
but a rose bush with thorns?
YOU ARE READING
the musings of a wallflower
Poesía"that day, he came to me and pointed at the sky, saying, 'What a beautiful, beautiful moon.' but he was all i could see" i write of infinite dreams to escape harsh reality. shortlisted for wattys 2018
