Blank Faced

These kind of days
Only come around twice a month
I don't think he took his meds today
I think of you
So little now
Snow falls off
A cedar tree
Sometimes
I am the gun
Other times it's point at my face
The moon rose
Blank faced
I am only what's inside my head

I am only what's inside my head



Credits
Writer(s): Ruth Trupiano
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