Draw me a picture, let the swirls and graphite make a marking on a sheet of white, grainy paper
Sway me away from my forlorn thoughts
Bring me away from harsh reality.
Draw me a picture where children do not grow hungry and vulnerable.
Draw me a picture where children do not cry in the shadows, wanting to be literate, wanting to be known.
Draw me a picture where children do not have to watch their parents struggle to earn money.
Draw me a picture where children do not have to wear plastic bags or feel the dirt and gravel under their feet.
Paint it, colour it, frame it, make it into reality.
YOU ARE READING
Two AM Thoughts
Poetryso let the thoughts flow when it is 2AM and your eyes are snapping shut, your brain is turning off, but your words are overflowing { little memos and moments constructed out of my wild imagination or written with purpose }
