Maybe. Just Maybe.

kiss goodbye

Kinda ‘fraid
to read
on days
when words bleed off pages…

Just being me
is a tragedy
knowing directions circle
flapping wings
licking tongues
ready to make the kill.

So…
is there a plan
to right the wrong
or steep longer

in a stew
cut-up songs
keys askew
melodies that don’t belong.

Just being me
is a tragedy
knowing directions circle
flapping wings
licking tongues
ready to make the kill.

Photography Poetry

5 Comments Leave a comment

  1. That’s an interesting picture. “Just being me is a tragedy.” Sometimes I hate that I’m too sensitive, that I feel too much but I rather feel too much than be numbed.

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