you encumber this situation
you created
your debt
your initiation
as i i'll no longer
fill in the holes you create
fasten the eyes you dialate
these molten trenches
these wobbling benches
you hide in and seek comfort on
you try to wave a magic wand
for some great genius i am not
to carry you on
to sprinkle dust and find wealth
to save yourselves
to keep good health
without making due
without realising the truth
you are doormats of your own volition
no one else caused this situation
and i'll not be the gravekeeper
or caretaker of lost appropriations
any longer
find your own voices
grow up
take on the consequences.
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3 comments:
oof. wow.
hey, you didn't happen to write this on a bus, did you? cause i love bus poems.
no...not on a bus.
that's elsewhere i think.
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