Low Pressure Subdued – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

water into wine,
like in the proverbs,
it’s something unkind,
like lying in the movies,
you try to show the way,
but haven’t got the words,
to paint the sky with colours,
set the mother right,
with a catastrophic warning,
the darkness of insanity,
bleeds into the daylight,
of a world gone insane,
beneath the fated birthright,
of a line given to chance,
flippant in its display,
a life gone away…

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