The Sunday Whirl ~ #Wordle 490 #Poetry

I try to run right through the storm
To hide. I am a failure, a fraud
I have been too proud
Thinking myself smarter than the rest
I am brought low by the company I keep
I do not speak up, to say how I feel
I am craven, a coward in disguise
I have not joined in the treason they speak of
Yet I am complicit as I sit and listen to their plans
In the end, their words of sedition do not excite me
I do not have the energy for rebellion
There is no branch for me to hang my hat on…

© Anita Dawes 2021

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