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Joke of Tragedy

Crackling in murmur to ear like taste of sea-salt
So interesting to hear, but sarcastic in telling
It smiles the mouth but frowns the face

 

Like heart feeling feaces on the eating plates

For mothers, their faces straggle like illegible note
For their eyes crying for no son's death
Instead, they dance to drum beat to sing for daughter

 

 

On the father part, comic remains only thing to relief death's news
Even in the evening, he couldn't refuse to lead way to palm-joint

You could hear people laugh, but their souls feel with tension
There are moments, that all backs bend towards thorny sofa

 

Which bodies could feel the pinches and itches
Of the tanned words that stress the falling off of comfort

There's another one told that shifts the balls of eyes
But stiffens the legs from pacing back and forth

 

Another one told that chuckles the tongues but crackles the cheeks
All over the place, there're moving mouthes

But the faces still like hollowing ground water

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It depicts what world has turned to

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I dream about being awake.

I’ve been awake for what seems like a day past forever.
Watching my thoughts, spiraling in and out of control.
Deprived. Depressed. Depleted. Distressed. Dazed.
And very confused.
I sit and wonder for hours about wonders.
The line between real and not is slim.
I dream about being awake.
All the while, the clock sneaks by,
As if it is skipping hours when I’m not looking.
My body is exhausted I think,
But my mind is great at deception.
Slumber seems so far out of reach.