|Evil or Sadness|

I could wear a bed sheet.
I could wear nothing at all.
Yet they swarm like hungry flies.
Who like my warm perfume.
I’m trying to read about evil.
Wrap my head around the boundaries.
But it makes me laugh instead.
Because people aren’t evil.
They’re just sad.
A.L.

Reviews

[Daz]

It's this sort of writing that makes me a fan of your work. A few words but much to ponder on.