Catch The Breeze
First of all my friend.
You’ll never catch the breeze.
There’s been a lot of chatter.
Open windows and thirteenth floors.
Stop , it’s not relevant any more.
Take a cool breath .
Frayed wires .
Worn nerves.
Sit down.
Put yourself at ease.
Government cheese.
Marble Spas.
Abandonment.
A worn out cause.
A word cuts forever.
The blades wound fades.
Did they know?
How’s my hair?
Sit down !!!
Shut up!!!
We’re tired of that share..
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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