Read by Gaslight

Hope lay bleeding! Hope lay dead.
Is that, maybe, just our heads?

Front row seats to dumpster fires?
Touch the sockets; these two wires?

Bethlehem’s new rising star?
Liberty, feathered & tarred?

Open wounds do not need salve?
Is our country soon to halve?

Hope, we cannot ever cede.
Still, that bitch can really bleed!

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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