Friday, August 4, 2017

Something Better

Every one of them, the whole bunch
the whole bushel was rotten
so I searched for something
different or better
the search became a battle
everything was bland
everything all around
air spat brown and I gagged
waters turned frigid
roads grew bends
animals ran in hostility
trees threw their leaves at me
day kept trying to stick
me with night
friends ebbed away like the sea
was there nothing left to make
me happy
where from came
the sorrow, came the pain
I opened my heart
and poured out black
and slowly those things I'd lost
all came back...
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