Road and Rail Fence ~ photo by Patrice

 

Peel back the layers
Feel the bad ooze out
Permeating the glad
Spreading like a plague
Full of anguish
Making good things bad.

Sadness too comes along
Melancholy through
And through
Raising no gladness
To the sky
Only morose sadness
Lonely, standing by.

You are right
You are good
To let the layers lie
Just as they should
In their own
Forsaken lullaby.

Nothing gained
Nothing lost
To let badness scuttle off
Please leave those layers
Let them stay
Don’t peel them
Off.
~ Patrice

 

© Patrice Clarkson Р2013