Clipped wings

Clipped wings

On the silver school yard.

As they stand there.

No action.

They stand there

White-eyed and motionless.

Silent as blue stone.

Together and alone.

It hurt to watch

To know the truth.

The lies and the

Words between.

Jon Moss

Jon is a member of Ollerton Writers

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