Thursday, February 9, 2023

Broken Tears

 Broken Tears © Donna Rae Lands

 Our broken tears and years of crying...

Our torment driven fears, inside dying...

We are all alone in this cycle of tragic delusion...

 

Fools with rules are in their classroom of collusion…

It's not even a two legged race connected fusion…

Our broken tears and years of crying...

 

 We tried the good fight, but instead we chose flight...

Some would say we were cruising for a bruising...

 We are all alone, in this cycle of tragic delusion…

 

Lost in the great sea like a floundering fish...

Drowning in scum for the drum was never our wish...

All on a hunting day as their prey-all of them were always lying...

 

Our broken tears and years, crying...

As we have said...worse than the burning bed...

Lying, denying, and trying their best allusion...

 

We are all alone in this tragic cycle of delusion...

Went up to the cloud with our wings of flying-We bowed our head to receive his crown without ever sighing...

Our broken tears and years of crying...

                   We are all alone in this tragic cycle of delusion...


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