Anywhere: Compilation June 7, 2022

Amidst the cattails and the mud
the sorrow of their loss is grand
Raising up their hearts and minds
to show that guilt has no stand
An heirloom from the other day
like thoughts confined to one
The aftermath is worse to feel
Like burning bushes had been done
Remorse is present and will not be
replaceable as such
But put the kibosh on network rules
and see the change just as much.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

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