there is no good
or evil
within
we all have the desire
we all have
one black wing
one white wing
halo broken
horns protruding
there is no good
or evil
our thoughts
hidden
desires pushing
breaking through the surface
ripples heading
toward the shores
of reason
there is no good
or evil
a slip
on the fence of realism
which way
will we fall
YOU ARE READING
barbed wire
PoetryA collection of strange little poems that really don't fit anywhere else. Part of my 2019-2020 Poetry Challenge.
