Poetry and Prose

Brave New World

It’s a brave new world,
But it feels so cold.
Too many wasted years
Cowered in irrational fears
Afraid to let myself leap.
Cowardice, thy name was me.

It’s a brave new world,
But it feels so old.
Too many tasted tears
Bottomed in bottles of beer.
Stumbling with drunken feet,
Alcohol, thy vessel was me.

It’s a brave new world,
But I don’t feel bold.
Too many painted cheers
Faced in makeup smears.
Hiding behind masks you see,
Vanity, thy curse was me.

It’s a brave new world,
At least, so I’m told.

-D.A. Baker

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