Bees
We have stung each other too often
to return to a place of mute
anything, humming blindly
no longer an option
so we pick up our
own hives and just
quietly
drone like
leave.
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Alyson Smith
Writer & Artist with Level I Autism & a whole lot of Bipolar. Based in Newcastle- upon - Tyne, works as an administrator in a Nursing Home. MA in Creative Writing.
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Oooo, this was so profound. Loved your poem!
Nice job!
Nice different take.
Beautiful work