distorted reality
he always wanted to protect her.
to protect her from being like him;
a threat to the majority, knowing the truth
and trying to change that fake paradise.
but it seemed that he revealed it
more than he concealed it.
so they now stand in a grassy field
with the night winds that are controlled
by the majority whispering
sweet lies in their ears and
caressing their faces.
was it so odd to see
the dead look in her eyes?
especially as she raised
the gun towards him?
was it odd for her not
to hear him as he cried out?
was it odd for a tear to drop
from her expressionless face
as she pulled the trigger?
was it odd for them to be
broken by this distorted reality
know as life?
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Bees, Pollen, and What Comes From Them
Poetry- indefinite hiatus - [ part of the 'free your body' tag ] · second poetry collection · "Flowers don't worry about how they're going to bloom. They just open up and turn toward the light and that makes them beautiful." - Jim Carrey create...
