Beyond the fence lies green, grass green
And brown, bark brown, and blue, lake blue
Beyond the fence there can be seen
Those people kneeling as birds coo
They plant a sapling, and they say
“Another tree, another day!”
They never look behind, those blessed souls
And see me standing, neglectable
They see not cracks, they see not holes
And I am a crack, invisible
My face is home to words and art
Time attacks me, I fall apart
But why do I complain at all?
Their realm is trees. I’m but a wall.
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Anarchy
PoetryAnarchy. A swirl of topics: emotions, allusions to history, social issues... And somewhere in the maelstrom comes forth rhymes and prose. Note: If you can't be bothered to read all the poems (quite understandably), I've starred the better ones.
