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Good sir, I'm dreadfully tired Like the moon in a cascade crescent I'm flushed out of all my water Bounded and chained by struggle I dip in and out of a lifeless frame Resorting to sleeplessness And as red as the Red Sea My blood flows deep High on emotion Drinking from the well of plasticity And fabricated tellings Nothing smells the same anymore Much less the rain waiting at the front door As you walk in from the news Put the keys down and weep As another is slain and forgotten So I ask If we are in control of the passageway To a satisfying future Or flushed away by the stories Of a world gone mad
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Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 7:31 PM UTC
Flushed
Good sir, I'm dreadfully tired Like the moon in a cascade crescent I'm flushed out of all my water Bounded and chained by struggle I dip in and out of a lifeless frame Resorting to sleeplessness And as red as the Red Sea My blood flows deep High on emotion Drinking from the well of plasticity And fabricated tellings Nothing smells the same anymore Much less the rain waiting at the front door As you walk in from the news Put the keys down and weep As another is slain and forgotten So I ask If we are in control of the passageway To a satisfying future Or flushed away by the stories Of a world gone mad
I was inspired by the recent events in Nevada. I thought about what it might have been like for many to open up another wound and discover that nothing has changed about our country.
#sad#pain#life
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jacob-resendez
19/M/American
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 7:31 PM UTC
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