Uh, yea

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I've never tried to write something that didn't rhyme before
Smashing words together like a giant grinding bones
I don't have a plan

Please words, flow from me, ease my weary brain
One more day and I'm still not the thing I want to be
What I need to be

A watchful wolf that lives between the predator and prey
The cautious kid that eats the fear the over-eyes proclaim
Still I pick my face

Sedation killed some parts of me but not the parts I chose
A clearer mind reminds me why I ran so long ago
Still I fucking smoke

The pressure lives and breathes again to help this fucked up world
But help means what as angels are but one side of a coin
Philosophic shit

Fuck, the words stopped flowing, instinct is to rhyme
Shorter breaths and sleepy eyes and so I guess it's time
Fuck you all, good night

Submitted: March 23, 2021

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