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De-winged and flightless          is the dragonfly               that tried to slip by                        in my slipstream, It found instead the pickup           traversing the alleyways                of my convoluted imagination. I don’t know why I’m driving,           ever driving someplace                 unrealized and unexplored. I feel so disconnected, I feel so disrespected by the world                 sometimes But that’s not fair            it has been good to me. I feel so disconnected         sometimes and yet it comes in times            when I’m most consumed                 most surrounded. Maybe I’m just tired         and the walls around me quiver only from the struggles of my waking eyes, Maybe I’m just bitter         that I can’t have the perfect life                  and feel as if nothing could be better, Maybe I’m affected         by this liquid life I’m draining from my cup                  in hopes of finding a different day                                             at the bottom. Is it jealousy that lingers in my mind         or mere longing tinged with a heavy                  dose of confusion? I am confused. And yet I’m still alive         unlike my dragonfly                   and so I stumble onward. -BRD
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Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 4:03 PM UTC
Dragonfly
De-winged and flightless          is the dragonfly               that tried to slip by                        in my slipstream, It found instead the pickup           traversing the alleyways                of my convoluted imagination. I don’t know why I’m driving,           ever driving someplace                 unrealized and unexplored. I feel so disconnected, I feel so disrespected by the world                 sometimes But that’s not fair            it has been good to me. I feel so disconnected         sometimes and yet it comes in times            when I’m most consumed                 most surrounded. Maybe I’m just tired         and the walls around me quiver only from the struggles of my waking eyes, Maybe I’m just bitter         that I can’t have the perfect life                  and feel as if nothing could be better, Maybe I’m affected         by this liquid life I’m draining from my cup                  in hopes of finding a different day                                             at the bottom. Is it jealousy that lingers in my mind         or mere longing tinged with a heavy                  dose of confusion? I am confused. And yet I’m still alive         unlike my dragonfly                   and so I stumble onward. -BRD
Copyright 2010 by Ben Davies
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benjamin-davies
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Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 4:03 PM UTC
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