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
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Author:
Sam Wolf (
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Well penned, Sam. Especially like the last two lines.
Thanks, Fred
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