Looking Nice and Saturday Nights

Looking Nice and Saturday Nights

A Poem by Mike Goodwin
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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

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I feel there’s something foul when I fully express grief.
Because I was never lost or abandoned, or genetically weak.

I’ve faced no monster, nor died to a dragon. 
I’ve lived in a boat, a fortress, and a covered wagon.

There’s a safety net wherever I step,
Yet I still express how this world is inept.

But I know I’m the one ignorant, when my reality is blessed.
Blessed in comfort, I am
Still with pains in my chest.

I am a censored child with a censored behind, a censored perception in my young censored eyes.

Because all the pain I’ve felt is censored.
I’m in a cute and tiny league.
I put my censored pen to censored paper, and hope the censored inside me leaves.*


*comfortably

© 2013 Mike Goodwin


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Mike Goodwin
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

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Added on February 25, 2013
Last Updated on February 25, 2013
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