In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Grown up
In our depths There is a repressed scream Distant Held back Leaking through As stress As inexplicable grief As depression But what that scream really is Is the child inside Yearning for escape
Screaming
Day: Sun March 6 2022
Sonnet for our Times
By Scott Bailey © 2013
So it seems to me that beyond the news
Beyond the web of the media spin
There are places still where the only views
Are battlegrounds full of unearthly din
I see the most pious places burning
Where the holy words still hold high accord
Where simple souls for peace are still yearning
The peace that those holy words won’t afford
Yet here where reason and science abound
We live comfy lives secure in our ways
No bombs rain down on our manicured ground
There is no revolt, no passion ablaze
There’s something wrong with this picture I see
Is it really this way, can you tell me?
Scott’s Daily Prompt 06/03/2022
Today’s prompt is. All grown up
When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?
Scott Andrew Bailey - Author 