Untitled #21

A Poem by Bryce Hastings

something about this trepidation feels different;

blue

like the way the ocean swells to meet the moon

I’m trying to spout

words of love with my

smoke-broken voice

Peeling wallpaper off

in lucid dreams of grandeur

instead of being grand

unique desolation,

another basket case in blue

is what theyll say on the news

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Added on December 13, 2019
Last Updated on December 13, 2019

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