Breeze

And soon the blinds will open, and the light will shine in on all this filth.

Breeze

Find patience my love,
for the times are changing:
and soon
the blinds will open
and the light will shine in
on all this filth
and the hunters will become:
the hunted
and the masters:
the fools
and the streets:
a different colour
and the rooms:
washed out with truth.
and the cold cold wind
won’t falter,
but shall no longer torture you.
Come the morning,
you’ll feel warmer.

as all this world,
receives it’s due.

Evolution Human Human Nature Justice Life Love peace Poem Random What are we thinking?

Adam Millett View All →

Adam Millett is a freelance writer for hire with an affinity for dressing up as Spiderman and writing about saving the planet. He likes to climb trees and stare at the stars in his spare time and likes to help businesses tell their sustainability stories while he’s working. Visit his website at wordchameleon.com if you want to tell the world yours.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: