I’ve slept on salty ocean floors,Had serpents tread on my bare feet….plucked thorns from my spine,I’ll get over you too.
Archives for July 19, 2015
Broken hope
The world is broken
My heart is sore
My tears have fallen
My mind is numb my thoughts are raw
They called us a coming generation
In the olden days they believed
That we’ll be a united nation
Wherever they be they’re grieved
A child is pregnant and called a teen parent
A boy sleeps in booze as though he’s old
I lift my hands in full surrender right at this current
For what I see is a generation giving no hope.
This is our never to be fixed world
I’ll live to heal it with words…
