White knuckled [a tale of lubency]
Within these corrosive swamplands of all hopes lost,
do I dare spy an unsuspecting beacon?
A small light within,
struggling to illuminate the darkened skies
with flares of hopes and cares,
ones that my fragile heart's lubency
crosses it's own tired, bloody fingers to.
mixes with my own particular brand of
"this is for your own good"
type of greed.
A beacon we might not all agree with
or 100% want
but without any doubt we all,
Yes we ALL ,
A need derived from this calamity of a
shit storm that surrounds... compounds us
~Rainy Season Is Nigh! ~
(*rings bell wearing sandwich board)
So I will choose and follow that small glowing
flicker, and it's good hearted Illumination to
through the downpours....
trying like hell to avoid all the puddles
Written by Bluevelvete
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