I woke up
In the middle of a storm
A nightmare
Not of my own
Everyone here
Is attacking each other
With endless judgement
And anger
Hating our land
Depleting one another
Our own spirits
With slander
ALK
Sunshine
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Author:
Amanda Klessig (Sunshine) (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Surrealist
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Comments2
Gratitude is out of date
Self-righteous justification
On the dinner plate
Every night!
Great write.
Reality or dream how does one tell the difference? It does seem to be the present state of mind. A most poignant poem, well done.
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