why

Posted on September 10, 2017 by

who ran the plan

when it all falls apart,

whyhow we kill our memories

when fighting for no reason;

somewhere with someone else,

somewhat silent revolution,

in a room without a view

with an ending never seen.

 

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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