Please Paint Me Humble

It’s at a high today

Like a ringing in my ears

Telling me, don’t move

You’ll step on a mine

And maybe

I’ll just watch the explosions from over here

Where fear grows

In this static

People static

Moving trains


But I’m just terrified

Of shattering all your illusions

And tearing this bliss

Because I’m not the same as them

What if I miss?


  • Nicholas Browning

    It's quite simple, but the read was enjoyable. Like it a lot.

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