The Herd

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 16, 2018

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Submitted: July 16, 2018



Is it the sky or is it my soul
Is it shy or out of control
Is it sly or is it a foal
oh my oh my what is it they stole?

Is it the wind that passes by
Is it he who sinned just to defy
Is it she who spinned just to cry
Is it those who got skinned just to die?

Her eyes were gleaming 
What he was deeming
And yet it's seeming
Like they are blind

Why do they scream
when i'm so kind?

Why do they laugh
when in a bind?

Why do they act
with no soul to find?

when i set them on fire
was when they first shined

Why even try
When your heart is coal?
And when they fly
they fall onto the piercing pole

Of Reality.

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