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TURF

Last updated on August 19, 2020

My thoughts
Are haywire
Lying to me in
Crossfire,

So hard to
Stay positive
When all are
Screaming so
Negative,

Every step turned
Ash
Hard work a
Crumbling crass,

No pieces remain
Enact
To react
Fallen hope
Choking to cope,

With shaky breathe
You stood
Collecting
What left of you?

Before vultures attack
Fragmenting pride
Altering into self crimes,

Thoughts are powerful
Shrine
Can pull through
Abhorrent verve
Lying only one side
Of turf

 

Published inProse & Poem

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