Soul Searching
Harmoney can be
glued
crushed
taped
thrown
melted
burned
smashed
dropped
sewn
buried
marked...
but it can never be replaced.
After it is faint,
Like a stranger,
It evades the air
You breathe.
Lungs struggle to feel
A love they lost
Underneath the fog.
This poem is about:
Me
My country
Our world