Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 12, 2014

When ~by Brandan Peterson


 

 

When 

When 
I am alone 
I am never lost
Falling into 
Tall wild grasses
Imagining my bones
Disappearing and buried
Crying
For my self
Seems like
An empty exercise
Throwing out my
Beliefs and intuition
Into piles upon
Broken side walks
Burnt for
The public good
It was the frigid look
You so casually
Passed directly
Through me
That verified to me
My existence was
Less then equal
But rather
In your mind
So gravely
Far below your own.
Brandan Peterson


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