Thump Thump

Thump thump 

You see nothing 

through your stale pride 

Your black and white lenses 

Your punishments and rewards 

Your fake smiles and deceit 

Thu thump 

The vultures circle in my brain 

Tearing me into scraps

All I know: Your anger ruins me

But what can I do 

I have no control 

Thump thump

A person is their threats

When it's all stripped down what's left

I wonder

Your vulnerability

You don't think when your eyes are rimmed with red

Thump

Thum

Thu

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The

The only thing I can do is wander away

I land in stretching poppy fields

An invisible hand paints the sky

Not god

No, something greater

Gold

Red

Burgundy

I walk through the fields

Breathing the sweet smell of freedom

A light breeze ruffles my feathers

And I fly

I fly above it all

Now I can laugh at the absurdity

Just the watercolor poppies

And a slow, ticking clocks

This is safety, peace, serenity