November Frost (2005)




a bumblebee floating beneath my heart
jackets of crimson red poppies intended for me?  we shall see
i’ve wandered around long enough
my worries apart from my old suffering
pull me from this maze of terror
that clichéd word of mass instruction fuels my abduction
from fate and my world is a mess
my thoughts have no sense in them
yes, i’ve fought for my country
yes, i’ve borrowed my life
yes, i’ve been there and back
yes, i’m terrified
Copyright L.M. 2005.  (Written November 11th, 2005.).

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