Brave-less
I was someplace
Long ago
Small town
It’s all black & white
They’re going
To attack
The approach
Would be soon
It was time
To get ready
To fight
My father
& the others
Readied their weapons
Some kind
Of wooden spears
Or maybe staffs
I wanted to go
I wanted to fight!
No
I had to stay
& wait
All alone
I had no
communication
I knew
I’d only see
The survivors
When they carried
Back the dead
It could take months
I felt helpless
But more than anything
It was the greatest
Feeling if being
Absolutely
Alone.
Altre opere di Mandy Leah...
Glossolalia...we all might appreciate talking in tongues...being a water-lapper ...a healer of wounds...a food conveyor....a register of tastes ...a texture sensor...and a wetequivelent of a dog's handshake...filled with the holy, holy fukcning spirit...y
Let’s get real... The strangers that look like brothers & sister on the end of the bar...
