hand raised. but only one finger ...
those people,
they do not leave me alone...
but the angered,
are relentless.
as it runs away.
this actually started out as a comment. totally different now.
What poem was it?
I do not.......
another one that i've read over and over and it still makes sense about a lot of things but nothing specific. I like those happy accidents
"a posted poem, gathers no knowledge"