followers wake
sadness invaded their bones
in an emotional gathering
they wore red bleeding scars
across their low beating hearts
too late, they came to realize
it is not upon a set of norms
where ones happiness is forged
(c)2021
followers wake
sadness invaded their bones
in an emotional gathering
they wore red bleeding scars
across their low beating hearts
too late, they came to realize
it is not upon a set of norms
where ones happiness is forged
(c)2021
Comments1
Well penned, Sam. Especially like the last two lines.
Thanks, Fred
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