by Andrea Laws
a desperate want of being
is an illusion
a soulless purpose to recognizing oneself
is an delusion
a darkness that has no light
is truth
a fantasy that is real
is a lie
who claims these clouds?
these dripping, unshielded rain drops,
leaving nothing but acceptance
making man compelled to fight
driven to win and to
weed out the conscious drones
freedom has been stripped
trapped in fear’s impolite silence
spineless in world’s trust, thinking,
‘maybe tomorrow will be better’
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Andrea Laws currently resides in Lawrence, KS. She graduated from the University of Kansas in 2008, with a BA in English and a BA in Film Studies. Her work has appeared in three compiled books of poetry including: Whispers VII: A Collection of Short Works, Stars in Our Hearts, and International Who's Who in Poetry: 2012 Edition.
Last updated February 18, 2016