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WANDERING ALAS
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THE DRUNKENING
Wandering alas
the drifting hearts
of pearls
the echoing sounds
the crashing fury
of aged deities
thoughtless corrosion
of raw souls
& angels gathered
time heals the passage
and the wounds
are battered senseless
poetry arisen
in the hearts
of young men
but the dreams
corrupted under
current society
endless wonder
dying pulse
of inspiration
"Dreams Corrupted"
Tell me avout it! glass ceilings, class ceilings, race ceilings, female ceilings, co-worker/supervisor ceilings. I had permission to breathe, think, and write free. Otherwise... :D
But again we hold out hope
But again we hold out hope for a new day dawning