Sorrow left back in a sack
Little bags full of toys
Walking down the road.
Like we all are.
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Shifted off my feet
Onto dirt I roll
Stumble as I do
Never good at lying
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Doctor stitch my foot up
Remove the syrup and place the cough
I can watch clouds fall flat
But seeing you drown is killing me
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Last year, last you
Different tea, different bottle
The skin covered book we sowed is stretched
Guess I'll never see you as a man
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Tongue like lead
Mouth like mud
You await my recording
Rewind the same record again
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Waterfall, fill me
Mother earth, consume me
Neon city, lick me
Plastic eyes, control me
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
Offline) - Published: January 1st, 2017 00:16
- Comment from author about the poem: Collection of quick in the moment writes
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Comments2
Enjoyed.
Glad you did
This is different, enjoyable. ww
Thanks, might be doing more like these in the future when I have writers block
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