Broken Telephone by Beula Lewis

Beula Lewis | July 3rd, 2024 | poetry | No Comments


The reason is unknown,
conflicting actions are shown.

Waves of tension rise,
an unexpected conflict
is born!

Voices clash,
emotions crash.
A birdie flies past,
then a sudden blast!

Oh, the tension was born
from the ill-informed,
the ill-treatment mourned.

A newfound peace
fills the street.
Forgive, lest thy become a beast.

Poet Bio

The poet delights in reading and writing poetry, finding joy in nature and observing the beauty of life.

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