We talk around what I feel
As if it were a thorny bush –
Avoidance because we think
The fruits aren’t worth
The labor.

Grapes Of Wrath.
Seeded with discontent,
Fermented with only the
Finest resentment.

Tiring of talking in circles
All we can do is hold
Stay firm in who we are
And believe it’s not true
We, two.