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Chandy Nov 2021
Catch and release
As I fish, my joy will increase
Catch and release
How exotic, such beauty should be honored
Catch and release
...
Where have the fish gone?
I look down, but the veil of water
Gone.
The beauty?
Gone.
Aquatic graveyard that holds past families
I am only a fisherman
Emphasis on the "man"
For just like the rest
I prayed for a solution
Got back a jest
...
Catch and release
Rest well, be free
My hook will be alone
But now your minds will be at ease
Singing the eternal lullaby:
Catch and release.
Chandy Nov 2021
Every day is a task
Every action is a challenge
How can I be a champ
When every day I malfunction?
Dropping the trophy on the ground
Not vindictive
But indicative of the dividends
Which I lack
A screaming delinquent
With no more words
To satisfy you
I'd say I ruin the atmosphere
But down here, it died in the first-year
Chandy Nov 2021
Housing the deranged
Protecting the estranged
Isn't it quite strange
That we treat the broken
But never prevent the downfall?
Sanity runs away
For the ones who live in dismay
Chandy Nov 2021
Enjoying nothing
Enjoying nobody
Taking chemicals
To change brain chemicals
Trying to act normal
In a life we made
How can anyone live on their own
When the odds are stacked against it?
Chandy Nov 2021
Face painting in fall
Gift giving in winter
I look back at this place
With tears on my face
Not born from misery
But reminiscing
On pleasant memories
Ignorance in bloom
As I think about the past
I wonder, what happened to you?
Chandy Nov 2021
They say we are the apex predator
As we live on a planet
Which throws disasters
Of natural elements
If we own this world
Why can our lives unfurl?
We still have some control
But for how long?
As the restrains slip
We lose ourselves to the natural law:
Every action has two reactions
But when billions of people
Throw toxin into space
We act like there's one
Like an estranged lover
We only remember what affected us
Like an aging samurai
We have lost our drive to fight
Chandy Nov 2021
Call the laborer a slave
For they both have chains
Ones that have none, fight for more
Toiling at a place I once enjoyed
Now I sit around and think
"Will I ever see joy?"
Using entertainment to block out the hate
But my brain speaks a truth
Not even I want to hear
Going insane at a daily stage
All I own are distractions
That separates me from the membrane
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