Letters to a Nurse #17

Minimalistic

Ballistic

My home

My love

My heart

She walks-

She walks

The light

It follows her every move

While others say

“Did you see

It’s all there

In my story.”

The world now lives

In a very real “status quo”

A newsfeed with anything but news.

Everyone’s soul is for sale

I

I pulled the plug

I cut myself free

Freedom is peace

My soul

My home

My love

She walks

And the light follows

Her every move

And in the night –

(for her eyes only)

We have no stories to tell

No souls to sell.

-regardingsamuel.com

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