Conspiracy comes and flows
Taking breath
Out of control
No one knows who to trust
Where safe lives
Or
Whether the world
As we know it
Will turn to dust.
Conspiracy shows
She has no mercy
Reigning ruthlessly
Laughing at despair
Smirking
At courtesy.
Conspiracy destroys
Undermines
The beauty of innocence
And
Tenderness becomes
An unimaginable crime.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Conspiracy comes and flows
Taking breath
Out of control
No one knows who to trust
Where safe lives
Or
Whether the world
As we know it
Will turn to dust.
Conspiracy shows
She has no mercy
Reigning ruthlessly
Laughing at despair
Smirking
At courtesy.
Conspiracy destroys
Undermines
The beauty of innocence
And
Tenderness becomes
An unimaginable crime.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
There I am
In the midst of all wonders
Wondering where I fit in.
Never alone but feeling alone
In this, the land of chagrin.
My purpose, my goal
Fuzzy and out of control
Here in a land full of wonders
Full of wonders and me
Wondering where I fit in.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
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