Saturday, November 2, 2019

Crowded

Who is the man? What does he say?
Conflicting words trickle through the crowd
Glimpses, pieces, but not the whole
Distortions, shouts, and noises loud

In desperation to know the truth
I climb above the men around me
Upon a a branch I see and hark
To the words that might set me free


God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey

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