On Being Sad A Lot.

Americana Injustica

Dark sunglasses,
vascular molasses,
paper-thin translucence,
subdermal interference,
veiny designed limbs,
bear the marks of him,
carved perpetually,
onto the skin of me,
and in all likelihood,
my legacy’s no good,
Dark sunglasses,
treasure stashes,
overtaken gradually,
badly mistaken identity,
and, it’s true when they say,
I met defeat along the way,
doesn’t mean I’ll just lay down,
for the circus that parades around,
and let those feet,
stomp anymore on me,
I’ve had enough now,
I’ve taken so much somehow,
time for some peace,
time for some sleep.

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2 thoughts on “On Being Sad A Lot.

  1. loricarlson66 says:

    beautiful! I love the rawness of this and the imagery it invokes!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. mindfulaide says:

    Keep fighting, keep trying to stand up girl! You can do it. ❤ Beautiful dark words, but your core is so full of light.

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