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Sand Colored Over
As everybody sleeps
I can't get a wink
maybe I'll dream
when the nightmare is over
Every now and again
we see the evil stare back
but for now
(or for good)
we'll wear those
leathery blinders
No problem is solved
by dreaming it away
Im ready now
No stressing
or second guessing
Cos I'm ready for truth
As everybody sleeps
I can't get a wink
The sand that's in our sheets
colored over
Bleeding this culture
if only to just wash his hands.
"leathery blinders" and
"leathery blinders" and "sand that's in our sheets" great imagery that made me as restless as the poem! Great write :)
Let your teeth show