waiting in the pen like sheep
listening
whispering of our fates
living in our own space
till the voice forces
reading
waiting
eating, eating what could
be hazardous to the neighbor
even breating it on them
could spark a controversy thatd stall the herd.
all sucked into
no escaping
lack of air
no space
cant breath
wings cant stretch
the golden coast shines
bright wiht its dullest spots
its evil
that dare not speak its name
The book A million little pieces springs to mind. It's a great book which you may like.
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