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Shaking Past
Madness lies on that path
outside the realms of the box
where ignorance falls to the facts
I’ll not suffer from this fate
words are held to defend
collection kept in a bag
selected when I’m attacked
comfort found in talismans
‘what of this thing in the past’
is my favorite I’ll trot out
once this was fresh and bright
now it’s tattered from overuse
‘this other person is more bad’
if only they still mattered
in the present they’ve dissapeared
no consequence as I retreat
‘squirrel squirrel squirrel’
look to dank past I embrace
all I have to save my soul
diatribe of mustiness
it matters not that people laugh
in sad pity of my state
I’ll disregard they whispered words
when my own are talisman
staleness marks my repertoire
it matters not when doors are barred
madness waits if I relent
from shaking past in future’s face.
© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180310.
outside the realms of the box
where ignorance falls to the facts
I’ll not suffer from this fate
words are held to defend
collection kept in a bag
selected when I’m attacked
comfort found in talismans
‘what of this thing in the past’
is my favorite I’ll trot out
once this was fresh and bright
now it’s tattered from overuse
‘this other person is more bad’
if only they still mattered
in the present they’ve dissapeared
no consequence as I retreat
‘squirrel squirrel squirrel’
look to dank past I embrace
all I have to save my soul
diatribe of mustiness
it matters not that people laugh
in sad pity of my state
I’ll disregard they whispered words
when my own are talisman
staleness marks my repertoire
it matters not when doors are barred
madness waits if I relent
from shaking past in future’s face.
© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180310.
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