My mind is like, A train looping into the tracks of a rollercoaster. Two destinations. Two places I don’t desire to be in, But, Have no other choice besides living amongst crows soaring, Above my nightmares and dreams…
Crows rustling behind bushes and weeds, In hoods robbing me of joy I grieve, Everyday, Passing by as fast as the hourhand on a clock I leave, Behind in a home that never was. In an earth as real as the grave I’ve dug…
From a casket, To a home, That was never home, While I outlast this, Feeling of exclusion…
A disservice to a heart I’ve spent so much time gluing back together, Woth the cheapest kind possible while I lay tethered, Not knowing if I’ll break apart sooner than later as I weather, Torrential rain seeping through each crack in a voice thirsty for a new beginning…
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