My heart does not agree
It breaks at what has been shown
As a canopy spread over delicate leaves
wilting growth reached for speckled light
finding its way through
BE SOMEONES LIGHT INSTEAD OF EXTINGUISHING YOUR OWN.
When will you purge the past that cultivates and nurtures deadly mold?
Staring at ghosts through a phantom window
Unwilling to turn away
Allowing the air to be taken from room
What-if's begin to tip the scales of reality
Fear takes control and starts to breathe
Look past the leather wings and claws
The barking guard dog has no bite