Smoke fogs your reality
you come to pluck on me!
Believing it to be funny,
believing yourself to be mighty.
In my silence I tolerate
your self-importance
your feeling of superiority.
Let me tell you in reality
you are nothing!
Timebomb has come
and thank goodness
you are now gone
Did I not warn you?
Your seeds are still to come!
You will reap for all you have done!
Have Fun…
Beula Kapp born with a Love of art developed her writing in her early teens.
She enjoys reading and writing poetry, fiction and flash fiction.