I don't care.
Are you afraid yet?
I wonder sometimes if things,
like words,
are just the demons we set free
when we don't know the right answers.
You don't matter.
Word bullets- dancers in a ballet-
Aston in the valet but you don't feel rich
you feel cancerous...
Are you afraid yet?
Relationships - bad bets-
it isn't fear it's RESPECT said the sheeple.
A dead dialect says the herder
as they murder the flock and demand
RESPECT
from the people.
Are you afraid yet?
Unbelievable-
at least , if I hadn't seen it for myself-
Ammo boxes on shelves full of trophies...
Is it fear you were looking for? Or respect?
About the Creator
AJ Ryan
Poet. Thinker. Artist.
Born in the midwest, raised in the southwest, rooted in the shadows of the Rocky Mountains. I am autistic, chronically ill, and only occasionally an optimist. I'm here to scream into something other than a void.
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