Ensuing Sadness Poem by Paul Brookes
Ensuing Sadness
All that comes out of my pen is sadness,
the freedom of the birds we no longer have
and silent witnesses cry harsh words
lies are the new truth, chaos ensues
and all that comes out of my pen is sadness
Sunday, May 3, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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4/18/2024 12:55:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
'lies are the new truth, chaos ensues' onion skin layers of truth are written in this poem a truth set in a darker shade of motto, a virus increasing aloneness is sweeping the world, immerging from social decreed isolation we seek fresh air and light