BREAK

BREAK

A Poem by Brian Kraklau

BREAK


Incompetent little child
Eyes to speak so mild
Your world is on fire
But you're already cashed out
Ink 
Faintly filed

These enlightened souls
Too blinded by foggy goals 
Could only inspect by the years
Days
Spent on dying coals

Its ok to touch
Ok to see
But life is not free

Foot on the gas
Hands burning 
On the clutch
Time to break free

© 2013 Brian Kraklau


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Added on November 28, 2013
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Brian Kraklau
Brian Kraklau

Las Vegas, NV



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just another human trying to analyze this reality from my own limited perspective. I'm here, there, and throughout each word i write. perhaps in time I could find myself within this mess. outside of t.. more..

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