Swell Time

Moving forward, just not sure where we're going, but at least we're having a swell time when we do it.



There is so much noise,

So much distraction

So much chaos and disorder.

Truth damaged

Smudged and smeared


Hiding from just saying,

Hiding from sorry not sorry.

Hiding from opinion.

Hiding from people hiding behind free speech.


But she is still there,


Sitting in the open field

Hurt and damaged.

But there.

Waiting for everyone to be quiet,

And rediscover what truth really means.


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This entry was posted on February 23, 2017 by in poem, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , .
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