Pure

We are all pure aren't we?

Taking inventory

With the dying light

Will the voices of doubt

Keep quiet tonight

Did I speak my mind

Without coming undone

Filtering the words

My heart can hold

Banishing the poison

That makes it cold

Knowing their words

Of hate and ignorance

Mean nothing to me

It's all so fucking foolish

But they are too blind

To see...

~Amber Comber