I am dying
not lying
And trying
no crying.
Might be a lesson
in this depression
A starless stigmata
clueless impression.
Swim a mile
over the river vile
Then wait a while
for a long gone smile.
Quiet things grow
into a horror show
Mad as a camel
etched on ones brow.
One flash of summer
alights on my face
Until one million storm clouds
come in its place.
Feathers become hammers
hammers will stop
The peace becomes bomb
and the bomb will drop...
@Steven Francis poems 2000
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