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My Blues Is My Home
my blues is my home, sweet baby,
familiar as you,
warm when i want 'em to be,
deep as sky
and starless
and don't want nothin --
don't want
no
love
no
happy
just want to be
this stretch
o' lonesome road
rutted out
and muddied
and slow
and just plain
ruint
yet
the deepest
goddamn pretty blue
you can imagine
familiar as you,
warm when i want 'em to be,
deep as sky
and starless
and don't want nothin --
don't want
no
love
no
happy
just want to be
this stretch
o' lonesome road
rutted out
and muddied
and slow
and just plain
ruint
yet
the deepest
goddamn pretty blue
you can imagine
Published 3rd Apr 2020
Author's Note
Sometimes we're so comfortable in our pain we just don't want to budge.
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The author encourages honest critique.
3rd Apr 2020 4:43pm
That's a great thing right now, Javalini! It also shows the peace that only acceptance can bring.
Loved the poem, as well as the format. . .rutted out.
Loved the poem, as well as the format. . .rutted out.
3rd Apr 2020 5:43pm
