in a quiet night light
or in a tempest/
with a sense that
isn't literal/
when you're addicted to
the adrenalin of panic/
you witness mishaps
and disturbing practices
that are wicked
and vicious/ so
you find good reasons
for bad blood/
hide in the red/
which is the dark/
in which you feel
the infinite.
thanks fellas.
ReplyDeleteonya! Yr a poet, I didn't even know it!
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