Posted on: October 14, 2021 Posted by: Terry Lee III Comments: 0

A rose lies on my nose

Green grass is stuffed in my ears, just as happens every morning.

Numerals and tones shelter behind mummies of ghastly thoughts

I Stand on needles and call upon mother nature.

“Where are you?!” I shout.

“I can be a part of so much, yet I inherit so little.”