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Consumed
Consumed, Hopeless
Each retelling better than the next?
You know the feeling but not the words,
as you’re consumed to relate to
a tender mind like yours
who says, I know.
The one you’re with, not on the same page,
shames you like the ignorant,
tells you how to think and not question why
you are trapped in this lovelessness.
Looking for the one, holding on to hope,
straining out the windows of life,
you see scenery so still speed pass,
wondering, is she there under the apple,
beside the dappled mare, riding
the smoker tractor beside an idle farm,
seemingly calling you to breakfast,
but it’s late.
The moon rises. The sun has no time
for this meandering, wandering
that doesn’t visualize purpose,
while your soul, consumed,
settles for zombies
taking the last of your pale flesh.
Don't lay down! Run!
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