waxy fingers
turn brittle pages,
the shell calls out
to the innocent
shrouded in blindness.
one more life
scratched off
the surface of the earth.

the ignorant always wanted
to be treated special.

in the end, we are all the same.


4 thoughts on “Tidings

  1. Your stuff is just awesome! I’m starting to slowly ease my way into poetry myself. If my page were geared toward it, I would definitely share it. When I read your poetry, to me, it conveys a lot of grey and white imagery. I can appreciate the solemn tone, and the meaningful words that it speaks.

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