Physical pain hides the psychological strain
Going against the grain is the trouble with sane
After skinning the onion is the fun done?
You better run son, for soon you'll be undone
Forgetting the past as emotions seldom last
Life is too fast and the runner is gassed
Roaming the street for ten thousand feet
Reunion is sweet and often sudden and fleet
Lonely is a cage, still struggling with rage
Imitating the sage is a sign of the age
Penning verse that's anguished and terse
An emptied purse is a cold dark curse
Passing sentence while fleeing pretense,
Cringingly intense are the unpleasant scents
Grasping a lifeline after reading the sign
Settling the fine in an effort to make it mine
Reversing the trend and open to transcend
The season will end, no need to pretend
Ascending the slope I realize I still cope
Making twilight a trope as I arrive at hope
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| March 31, 2023 | frankie | March 30, 2023 |
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