Senzu Bean Malt Liquor. May, 1945.A Poem by Cahjli Symes
Standing naked
in a forest alone. Where the grass is cold like the air through my wounds. Running scared in a pool, which was made from my blood. And the tears, from the fears of the old and the young. Put a gun in my mouth while I choke on my words. Let my thoughts drip down the ceiling from the heat of your chrome. While there's now trauma in my eyes, you have a smile on your face. Just another worthless soul born in society's game. © 2016 Cahjli Symes |
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Added on April 24, 2016 Last Updated on April 24, 2016 AuthorCahjli SymesCloud City, FLAboutHi my name is Cahjli and I write poems,screenplays and lyrics. Hope you enjoy :D more..Writing
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