Bow Down

Ah, the grass grew long

Up to my waist

The wind swept throughout it

The grass trying to find its footing

Trying to stand tall and proud

Got uprooted and thrown away

Into the wind

Those that bowed down

And respected, survived

Author: Jack Bennett

Born and raised in Torquay, England. 21 years old. Teeming with thoughts that need an outlet, working a full time job at his local supermarket. Unfortunately born a poet, he will most likely suffer from this contradiction most of his life.

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