For today's prompt, I want you to write a poem of rebirth.
no pain
he disappeared inside himself
and waited for time to pass
no pain if he hides deep enough
living in the grey is unacceptable
society objects to the disconnection
they subject him to the mind menders
who prod and question and insist
they ply him with happy pills
medication to encourage rebirth
Copyright © 2009 by Eryll Oellermann
These Are The Good Times
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When I was heading out to the garden this morning to pick beans, I carried
a few plants I'd dug up and wanted to put on the burn pile and for the
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