Apocalypsorrow

So broken is the sky.
Calloused with
someone else’s judgement
and the days that never seem to end.

Imagine frozen mornings
and it’s like old age.
The nights beg for caffeine
and it forces them to erode
or shudder on their
deepy-grounded feet.

Looking for solace
they swim through the air
to be the stars
and feel underwater.

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  1. kseverny says:

    i really like this

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