by Quinlan L Gibson

Yesterday the world was a beautiful place

I saw the rain falling on smiling faces.

Blurred pale skin and stained teeth, crooked grins and frown lines

Open doors to establishments, in and out, revolving like clockwork

Zombified thoughts and sauntering; a mundane day begins again

Yesterday the world was beautiful

I watched the mist arrive and rise above.

Bar codes on those quenching their boredom at the watering hole

Gathering to talk about days gone by, when the world was a beautiful place

I miss the smell surrounding the sun and the running of the bulls engages.

Tramples out the sounds of silence creating penance and sobriety

A last plea of empathy to make the world a beautiful place.


Author's Note: A somber April

Posted on 04/12/2018
Copyright © 2019 Quinlan L Gibson

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