Not one for the conspiracy theorists #poetry #thedirtythirtychallenge

 

Not one for the conspiracy theorists:

 

Tailored suit and perfect words.

Drone bombs and head hurts.

Compromised silhouettes.

Hardline headlines.

 

You’re a spin cycle on repeat

 

And

 

I want to tell you

I see those grey hairs

I want to tell you

I see those deep lines

I want to tell you

I see that soiled smile

I want to tell you

I see that closed sigh

I want to tell you

I see

I see

I see

 

You.

 

We didn’t listen.

We didn’t see.

We didn’t say.

 

I want to tell you.

I’m sorry.

 

For today.

 

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Dirty Thirty Day 20 Prompt:

 

Write a poem for or to someone you’ve never met. Could be a movie star, could be a historical figure (alive or passed on), could be an estranged family member, it’s up to you.