Sam Wolf

followers wake

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



  • FredPeyer

    Well penned, Sam. Especially like the last two lines.

    • Sam Wolf

      Thanks, Fred

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