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who will save themselves when we look to the outside for our safer harbors for our lifeboats for the long towrope is there some lasso that will reach up for the predetermined star to wish on in the sky our shining star in our sky why does it so often feel like so many of us are slowing down barely held together crumbling dying death is the slow process it takes years in the making yet some do it more quickly than others some do it well some do it badly who carries the score cards are there ever any on the sidelines aren't we all judging and judges and have you gotten your grade in dramatics recently so who will save themselves while they are busy beating the tambourine beating up one another to beat the dream, beat the drum to save a desperate hopeless world do we die because it is eventual because it is in the plan do we die from a lack of hope and loneliness because we're crammed into a cracker box world filled with noise noise noise and billions of impatient people so many ways to go and oh no who who will save them save themselves and just how show me how they will do it how will you do it and do you have the blueprint to succeed Written 8:56am Copyright June 7 2016 All Legal Rights Reserved By This Author Meloo/Melissa A Howells Straight from her Tilt-a-World all poetry/prose/rants/ideas are the WRITER LEGAL COPYRIGHT OF THIS SITE AND WORK BY THIS WRITER Vote for this poem |
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