Tired On The Inside

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A New View

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This unique discovery

came with the sound of car

tires screeching in early a.m.

and a loss of tread, a crash.

Inside the head, behind eyes

that see a receding world

a glow begins then fades.

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The world is bequeathed

to those who are not tired

on the inside. Future awaits

the stong division of cells,

the quick hormonal rush,

the ability to blush or burn

with enviable embarrassment.

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Blood screams, like dying tires

heard in early a.m. against

unforgiving streets. Left as a 

mark, a life leaves itself

tired and smeared across

the concrete of time in years

and a few words on a marker

for the future to read

and wonder.

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allets

06-15-19

518a

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streets

 

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