Outcast

mustard-seed

I  lay bleeding

In a denude forest

Of expectation

My heartfelt dreams

Tucked in the seams of silver linings

Drifting by high in the sky

So silently and out of reach

I held a tiny mustard seed

And saw in it all that I’d need

To see the forest through the trees

Until you crushed the hope in me

And my belief in what could be

Then I saw the fallacy

Running through my mind

The world is so unkind

With people like you in it

Who get the chance to spin it

Upside down

 

©Kay Salady

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on January 23, 2017, in Kay Salady Poetry, poetry, the poetry of kay salady, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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