the river revolted, running dark
all because you gave a caustic remark
as the thunder roared its rumble
ominous clouds began to clash cascading into a fumble
lightning fired bloody red
crying disturbed your crazy head
as scars carried inside and out began to furiously shout
you did yourself in with your ridiculous doubts
now you lay weeping with your parallel life
regret accompanies your tongue’s own knife
hasten to revive the dying skylark
hasten to forgive yourself for your pockmark
if you don’t change, you will die
if you don’t change, you will ask yourself why
what would be the point of living if there wasn’t change
what would be the point…of your own self estranged
Love it, Beautiful!!
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Merci beaucoup, Mich! Thank you for taking the time to leave a comment! You encourage me so!
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