night closes around the day
all the buttoned not just some
wave to the animals returning
to the woods, safe from the
evils of mankind... at least for
the moment as the day succombs
and the meal is feasted upon...
dank and dark is the basement
in which we store those memories
we least care about while those
that are precious are framed and
hanging... our opinions overlap
we are in constant disagreement,
leaving the dream under the sun
bitching about life in dearkness,
we scream for our independence
and when given we blame the
person for the ease at which it was
cast aside in the first place... we
have no reason to hope nor any
reason not to... yet we strive for
the freedom that was easily lost.
April 19, 2023
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