why

Posted on November 5, 2020 by

who ran the plan

when it all falls apart

how 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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