Effect Of A Politition

Waste away my sunlight hours,
Run from the emptiness, and let the children cower.
Blind your eyes to the silent screams,
and let your frown grin.

Bursting at its seams,
Nothings as real as it portrays to be.
Understand these thoughts that get spurred in the creative mind.
Don't question why,
Questions don't get answered in creative mind,
Just asked until answers are found.

Weeping Willows stay with a frown.
Until creative minds can be heard out loud.





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