Poetry For Everyday People
Wrestling The Days
The pressure's
always there,
to save someone,
somebody, me,
I don't like
feeling certain ways,
wrestling the days
consumes me at times,
I feel magic near
as I hover
in spirit, in search
of cures, momentary,
permanent, speculative,
shake n' bake,
poets are Ginny pigs,
human psychological
real time lab rats,
soaking up poisons
all day, not missing
a chance to feel,
turning our backs
on fake living
for a glimpse
of dignity's fate,
thoughts
floating gentle
on northern blue water,
white roses
in the clouds
collecting,
hell kissing
our soles,
I pour a glass
of good red wine,
light a candle,
thinking about
people being tortured
as I try to escape.
always there,
to save someone,
somebody, me,
I don't like
feeling certain ways,
wrestling the days
consumes me at times,
I feel magic near
as I hover
in spirit, in search
of cures, momentary,
permanent, speculative,
shake n' bake,
poets are Ginny pigs,
human psychological
real time lab rats,
soaking up poisons
all day, not missing
a chance to feel,
turning our backs
on fake living
for a glimpse
of dignity's fate,
thoughts
floating gentle
on northern blue water,
white roses
in the clouds
collecting,
hell kissing
our soles,
I pour a glass
of good red wine,
light a candle,
thinking about
people being tortured
as I try to escape.
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Wrestling The Days
Wrestling The Days