Kieran Garnett

Drone

No wool on these eyes,

No chance to hypnotise.

The rivers of red for the mountains of green.

The fears we seek,

no longer a dream.

Voices scattered on a breeze,

Silhouettes on their knees.

A single bird dancing in the sky,

Not a bird but a lie.

 

Comments4

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    THANKS KIERAN ~ For venting your answer ~ I WAR there is neither Rhyme nor Reason ~just Regret ! Please check my poems BRIAN

  • WriteBeLight

    Powerfully written.

  • Christina8

    Brilliant!

  • Augustus

    Beautifully done.



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