“Welcome to the Neotheatre, won’t everybody take their seats?”
Found poetry from chapter 4 of The Great Gatsby
When enough is enough, and you must let the tears flow.
You can try to hide the scars, but I can see them through your eyes in the splatter of painted tears upon your cheeks.
©Linda J. Wolff - www.wolffpoetry.com
This poem is a self-portrait. How I grow from a child to an emerging butterfly.
I’m WILLING to bleed.
Source: ©Linda J. Wolff https://wolffpoetry.com/spilling-out-found-poetry/