The World is Broke (Poppy’s Bloom)

The world is broke — the rest, we all pretend

Some days believe it’s lost for ever more

The poppy’s bloom, it builds me up again

Some bloated prick who spouts the shit of men,

believes in nothing good or true or pure,

The world is broke — the rest, we all pretend

No nuance in our thoughts, or tweets we send

Our righteousness, that, too, lacks all allure

The poppy’s bloom, it builds me up again

Parade of hate and guns — it never ends

Awaken shattered, shaken to my core

The world is broke — the rest, we all pretend

We seek for ways to staunch, to heal, to mend

hike mountaintops, stand breathless on the shore

The poppy’s bloom, it builds me up again

We offer up our help to foe and friend

We search for good, we love with every pore

(The world is broke — the rest, we all pretend)

The poppy’s bloom, it builds me up again.

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Gae is the author of several novels for readers of all ages, though shelved as tween and young adult. You can read more about her and her books at gaepolisner.com

Just another writer trying to stay afloat in a sea of words. Author of several novels. Wannabe mermaid. Mother. Trying to age gracefully with no grace in sight.

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