Animal instincts,
Animal lust.
The time we live in,
A world with no trust.
Just a tiny piece,
A bumblebee or ant.
Part of the colony,
A flower or a plant.
I can't be what I think,
So accept me for who I am.
So now I laugh and drink,
An beast enlightened.
I never sell out,
But I feel married.
I've got soul doubt,
Weight I've carried.
An animal dies but lives,
Through the community,
That is created.
Support by direct purchase, and/or hire the author for speaking engagements.
Contact support@poetryofdarvish.com
The poetry here is free to view and share. The author believes art should be available to all, even if not able to afford a purchased copy.
You are authorized to view and share poems, as long as due credit is given. All poetry, words or phrases given are written by DENA DERAKHSHAN.
