They spy and
Then they trust.
They spy again and
They make me the
Worst Person in the World.
My fate is to
Leave this chaos of spies.
I cannot be in plain sight.
I cannot hide.
I must leave forever.
They spy and
Then they trust.
They spy again and
They make me the
Worst Person in the World.
My fate is to
Leave this chaos of spies.
I cannot be in plain sight.
I cannot hide.
I must leave forever.
American Culture, Depression, Fear, Hate, Poems, Resistance
This entry was posted on January 5, 2011, 10:43 pm and is filed under Poems. You can follow any responses to this entry through RSS 2.0. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.
Blog: |
Stillfugue |
Topics: |
Fiction, Poetry, Essays |