Fevered Mind

A poem by Sydney Stone. I do not own the image.

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Observing scenes,

Of frescoed obscenities,

Careful you don’t,

Get caught in the weeds.

Conjured by those,

Bereft of their woes,

Allowing that which you love,

To be consumed by crows.

How did we get to this place?

That, not even god’s forsaken race,

Would accept as their own,

And yet we embrace.