The day has ended
Normal routine
With friends
Taking in the bland oatmeal
It could use some sugar
I sure could use some
I change to my prickly sweater
Inside is a soulless space
The ugly black hole comes back bigger
It is ravenous
It needs me
I need it
I take the silver plate on my arm
The black hole seasons my arm with silver lotion
Then it slowly but surely takes my arm
It replaces the flesh arm to a robotic one
I get accustomed to this routine
It gives me tears of despair happiness
A love that was never always there
A normal routine
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Poems with Jasables
PoetryPoems are love, Poems are life, It's the soul of me And what I can be. My crowd gets big, And keeps getting bigger, That's cuz Jesus Christ is mah love! Peace. *Mic drop* I thought I was going to say it, didn't u?
