Life on the Farm

Cruelty of thoughts

diversified me from

the flock

carefree sheep

at least free

or so they think

while

serenity of mine

mind

collides with these

tremors outside

severs the bind

between me and

the rest.

Walls of the fort

crumbling down

so another yet

may be built up

Wall between me

and our “kind”

-the sheep without

Sheppard

sometimes it hits hard

like a canon ball

it’s inciting

the painful voice of

sheep like sounds

“meee”

for me to start fighting,

reveal wolf in sheep’s clothing

so i lose my self

in writing.

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