We all must learn
the art of rebellion
the filmy cover
the sheen of sweat
born of the drowning pool
of unspeakable dreams
spat out like seal pups
disoriented and innocent
of the cost of new freedom--
All we know is
All we see and
hope looks just like
A lonesome street lamp
We never quite reach...
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Author:
itsme rachel (
Offline) - Published: February 3rd, 2023 14:21
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Comments2
Very nice, Rachel.
You portray the human struggle quite well, with a little hope at the end. Well penned.
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