Shade – By: D.e.e.L

post epidemic
and the tallest fall to their knees
for the poor to drop coins

tribal tattoos and you fit in with the rest of them
guns and grit and you can’t read a lick

look at them all holding hands alone
fear robbing the shield of hope
that used to be surrounding

surrounding now a cloak of nightmares
brushing the sky black as they speed
mane thick and shaded
mane that paints the sky
i surrender to thee’
there is no purpose to escape
unless a poet of poet’s waves a white cloth
there is no reason for me not to surrender

the white thinning
the thick mane
wrapped about me

how did you grow it so?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s