Poem 4 of my series of poems titled “Aware.”
It’s ever present
Like the air we
Breathe
But quickly it is warped
And twisted
And poisoned
By the pollution
Known as drama
The bittersweet
Productions we direct
In our minds
Can it not be
A simple matter
A ripple in the
Water
No
For the blood begins to
Run
Into that crystal clear pool
And the ripple is
Gone
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