Clinging to my artistic integrity,
like its full of helium
And about to float away from me.
My poetic release in a world of uncertainty,
Gives me control,
no one to manipulate me.
At a time of utter disregard
for human decency,
This artistic exclamation is my relief.
From the chaos of personal grief
And misunderstandings
and unjust decrees.
How is it that we can no longer SEE
each other at all,
for the light that we bring?
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 5:05 PM UTC
Clinging to my artistic integrity,
like its full of helium
And about to float away from me.
My poetic release in a world of uncertainty,
Gives me control,
no one to manipulate me.
At a time of utter disregard
for human decency,
This artistic exclamation is my relief.
From the chaos of personal grief
And misunderstandings
and unjust decrees.
How is it that we can no longer SEE
each other at all,
for the light that we bring?
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