POEM: Unfortunate Circumstance

some will speak of loneliness
like a knife tip stuck in bone
some will tell their fever dreams,
that summer they had no home

 

some have never walked barefoot
through streets strewn with broken glass
but yet they still found themselves
waking, rolled in fresh mown grass

 

if you gave them each one wish
some would wish it never was
others wish they hadn’t been seen
but see he who saves it “just because”

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