Guest: Molly – ‘Hospital Lights’
hospital lights
Molly
What was faceless is now historic,
with no ones name to carve into soft metal portraits,
that time and rain will soon bend into a reaction,
(they mean the world to people who know nothing.)
Blame it on me.
For we are all the pennies in the world,
and with them we can build a home bound with inks,
to shade the chasing sunlight from our eyes.
Tags: Bloom, Guest Author, Hospital Lights, Molly, Poetry, Totemic
