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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