Early, when the farmer's call it evening
Street lamps like candle lamps glow
Dark, as a car pulls into
Where children used roam
Soccer balls wandered and bats where swinging
Picture perfect for a family picnic
But now only swinging comes from the back and forth
Of rusted swing sets that just won't stop creeping
7 minutes
A quick elapse
Skin upon skin sensation
Just an illusion, I have no exclusion
Our fixation
Colorful or not, Bountiful or not
It's the vacation of every generation's given disassociation
7 minutes
To call this reality
That would be an understatement
A lie, slithers from a sliver-tongue
Like Barnum's distraction, it's straight out blatant
You like me, and me like you
Only when we're neck and neck
At each other like that
That's why they call it 7 minutes
7 minutes
.....Of a phantom
...... In a illusion
..... Of a matrix
...... In heaven
YOU ARE READING
Symptoms
PoetryPoetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.
