Observations of The Urban Spaceman

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Gone is the freshness of warm summer rain,
Gone are the words which brought me to shame.
Gone are the birds, aloft in the sky,
Gone are the flowers, which in fields lie.

The darkness swells around you It fills your heart and mind Beneath your skin, you burn with fever Stung by words unkind You try to rise above it all To take the higher ground But insults drag you back below Where silence stifles sound They talk in whispers behind your back Cruelly rumours spread Ignoring them just doesn’t work They breed inside your head The bully’s power comes from meanness The need to cause a… Read More