An Untitled Poem

Phone light dark trees
From light speckles with tyrant blows
Free flowing
Card fester felling lowly
As lovers lead to their own demise

The misunderstood never had a chance
And the unnecessary flourish trapped in their own misery

It’s funny how the complicated muse is constantly berated
The competitive securenon can never amount to a full till on a holiday

Why do I ask such silly questions? Why do you speak so loud? How can you cry when there is no one in the room?

That teddy bear drowned you in a glass of milk, soggy cookies kissed you goodbye. Whiskers too thin to be your ring of life. So much for childhood comforts…

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