![]() Looking Nice and Saturday NightsA Poem by Mike Goodwin![]() Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.![]() I feel there’s something foul when I fully express grief. I’ve faced no monster, nor died to a dragon. There’s a safety net wherever I step, But I know I’m the one ignorant, when my reality is blessed. I am a censored child with a censored behind, a censored perception in my young censored eyes. Because all the pain I’ve felt is censored.
© 2013 Mike GoodwinAuthor's Note
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