Loss

boot

Slowly..seems I'm noticing..
A curdling of my mind
Getting ever jaded..I..
Toxified.. this land

I cry

Not aloud..but deep inside
Missing me..the loss
Green and sea is what grew me
Whittled now..to pieces

Life's sparkle..seems be dulled

Our very air is tainted...
The westerly... concedes
Trees that breed.. above all need
Diversity

Not clones

And bees and bugs and critters ...
All the forest's living things
Need more.. than just a corridor
A path..between the wasteland

The land

Condo's to the left of them
Townhomes..to the right
Here they are
Stuck in the middle.. with you

Better euthanize em

  • Author: James Perrin (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 7th, 2024 01:48
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • 2781

    Full of clowns and jokers



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