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Graff1980
Poems
Oct 2017
Untitled
What does it mean to be
inhaling oxygen
breathing life
into my weary being,
culpable to my constant
throbbing consciousness
as intricate webs
that were once woven
into my mind
crumble to
the onslaught of time?
What stories could be told
about the needle in
the metal garbage bin
in the gas station bathroom,
about the thin
brown skinned
woman
rolling up slow
as I ride my bike
while getting soaked
in the pouring rain
after eleven P.M.,
about the misconception,
the keys clutched in my
tense hands,
a heart of suspicion
that never becomes reality,
about the uncertainty,
if I should be at ease
or stand tightly on guard
while strangers watch
and walk around me,
about the social programming
that even though I know exists
still affects the way I react
more frequently
then I care to admit?
Written by
Graff1980
43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)
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