Look at us,
This sorry group,
Patient,
Rapturous,
Naive
As the stars come out
Simple and pure
We lie awake
Wishing we could fly
Far away
.
Look at us,
A sorry flock
Weak
Angry
Rebellious
With the world
Against us
With passion and fire
We’re burning our lease
on life
.
Look at us,
such a sorry pack.
Sore,
Weary,
Longing
For a moment,
an interlude
In our everyday lives
The duration of which
Is peace,
.
Look at us
We’re still a sorry group
Christened by fire
And bathed in rosewood
Our conversations slip
In and out
of germane topics
Reunited,
World weary, but
No less rapturous
Than when we began,
We peer through the veneer
of lies and sin
To see each other
On the other side.
About the Creator
Jane Northwood
A small town girl with a love for fiction and and poetry and a passion for helping people. I currently work at a domestic violence shelter as a victims advocate and I am a self proclaimed animal lover 💜
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