Suburb Suburb

In city are diseases
sprawling out across land.
The thoughts compress into ideation
of how we will look at a wedding.

In my view is congratulations
for those who became productions.
Holding on to a family
as if it is miracle that we breathe.

With so many fallen to baggage
you wonder if any space out.
Can any become a solid
without a lie to hold.

I cry for the gentle
with hands so soft.
They can’t know they will delve
into mistaken company.


Author: leeethomas

Visual Artist, musician and writer from Australia. Interested in Love and the Mind.

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