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New Place

by The_Wasted_Wordsmith

A ringing in my ear The soft cry of children My innocence slaughtered Where did time go I lay here awake Aware of the mess Who dragged me from my bed? My fists are cut and bloody And the bottle lay empty Another night out? Butchered tree in my pocket There’s more to it than this An endless road lie yonder The heat waves friendly I see you but hear nothing I don’t wave back Another left behind Learning new ways to walk Have we forgotten how to live? Worshiping false idols Media is a speedy vehicle Inebriated driver behind the wheel The minds of the masses A thirst never quenched I laugh as I know And wander off the road I think I found a new place to go The land of maize But I’m not lost I have no place to be Do you? -AJT
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The_Wasted_Wordsmith
27 / M / Chicago
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Written by
The_Wasted_Wordsmith
27 / M / Chicago
Published
Dec 7, 2018
Time
2m
Notes

The new place one finds amidst the chaos of society can either be physical or mental

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#new#place#media#society#lost#symbolism#material#awareness#seeing#journey
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