We are so bored in ordinary life
Wanting more
Starving for war
Not acceptable truth
Held under boot
Fear of rejection
Beneath the surface
Grime, crime and lies
Unfurling slowly
Under our skin
Waiting for redemption
Praying for sin
Twisted, tormented, universal truth
Slime, bile and wasted nutrients
Another crying wound
What is left of me and us
Left for me to trust?
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Whatever gets you by. I wish the best
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