One quick step
....
I’m standing on this bank,
wondering if it will be my tank.
My body now cold and froze.
police cars lined up in rows.
wondering what went on,
for which I’m gone.
Turned black and blue,
like you wish to never know.
Why are there so many roses,
and my body in so many poses?
Do you know the way the body warps,
warps into a lifeless limp corpse.
Laid to rest with a sing blossom.
Alone in a world that seems so distracted.
©m.mortelle
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