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HAPHBAKED
Whyville Poet

The Great Divide

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In the blink of an eye,
Space is the great divide
And I find reasons I don't have
To throw away my life

Checkerboards tracking green paint,
As the grass blades dull to curves;
Rain day skies throw their bullets, yeah
As gods now make their moves

Mud dries on my pants legs,
Sound dies on my dry lips,
Hands ache to play

In the blink of an eye,
Stars fell from the night sky
And we were on opposing sides
Of the great divide

And as the breeze swept the seven seas,
I climbed up the naked trees
To fetch views of the soon to be
And here's what happened to me

My skin cracked like a broken back,
Clothes tore like they needed slack,
Hairs split at their lonely tips

Oh I used to say
All the things they wanted said
But I gave up on giving in
The minute that I left

Oh I used to make
All the things she wanted made
But once I started walking it
Was never quite the same

And I can't tell heaven from hell
As the earth spins on its crooked angle,
I don't know if I should be well
As I solely walk this amble

The cold cuts through my skin now,
Raising an awareness,
The heat lives in my hair now,
An omen of mundaneness

I don't know why
I am the way I am today,
But I do know
That I'm alone

Author's Note: This is also a song, and anything I submit from now on probably will be as I'm writing them more now.

 

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