We aspire to hold
onto our Freedom
mindless of the lasso tightening
around our own necks.
Gasping from the dire cold.
Eyes red, bleeding.
skin yielding, whitening.
We sail a shipwreck.
Clutching our hellfire gold,
signaling selfish beacons,
fingers on the trigger, frightening.
Privilege a blank check.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoetryPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
