Reservoir of Thoughts


Staring at true essentials
like wax from crying hair
None less wild as ice
these bitter rose gowns I wear
Young eyes see and learn
and then care more
What freedom must we kill for their dreams?
Will my tiny soul
who never once did shine
let those pictures come yet leave
a concrete universe there
manipulates a fool
power over nothing
Good and bad


Carmen Gregory


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