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As they spoke the words that I let crush the very foundation of my soul,
I climbed under and rock and hoped to die. My rock was a sleeper sofa in an abandoned garage with my truck’s exhaust Filling the void in the air and my soul. How could she say I was a murderer when even the detective could see it was an accident. I understand now though, because it wasn’t long before I was convinced of the same. Useless, worthless, hopeless monster is what I came to see in myself, As I clung to their every word as it was the definition of my spirit.
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Wasteland
At the edge of the world Children playing Mothers cooking Home to many Wasteland to the rest Ravaging for food And drink Who would even think? Life of Experience,
Clouded judgement and perceptions As I ask what everyone around me sees What I see I don’t know if I should say. Do others see a hand full of flowers While I see a bouquet of lilies Until four years ago I would see flowers But my perceptions have changed just as I Heard go to song 190 and thought of water You would only understand if you have been where I have I love the outdoors even in here. I am 32 with 2 children who are my world. In recovery and grateful for it everyday. Enjoy writing even though I don’t think I am very good at it.
No birds chirping
Or children singing Just men screaming nonsense Into the wind The sun doesn’t set And the stars and moon Have forsaken me Lights on lights off Make up your fucking mind College classes Sweltering heat No quiet place Guess what? No one cares No ice no fridge Softball superstars Crying injustice I can not wait To say, Goodbye summer. |
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