You used to seem so alive
Like a breeze over a churning tide
But now you seem so tired
What happened to the mockingbird?
Did they kill it?
Did they take you and kill you while they tried to help you become successful?
Or did you just take and stamp it and leave it in the dust?
I hope there's still a spark inside of you.
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Trinity: Finding and Gathering
PoetryThe gathering of forces to combat the darkness. A metaphorical tale into the mind. Book One. All my poetry goes on Insta way before it comes here. instagram.com/milestriespoems
