December 10, 2015
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Driving into the sinister sky
grey clouds hover obtrusively
barren and fragile trees weep,
miles of hospice dread.
Whispers of “Silent Lucidity” taunt
tumbleweed and poetry tears
daydreams hijack her ordinary thought
unadulterated attention is involuntarily.
Feeble attempts to pacify drive
another overpriced coffee, black.
Stupid girl, who protests conformity
consumerism permeates her, nonetheless
confusion and fear laugh mockingly
gut understanding, albeit numb –
slamming into the undeniable truth
clarity is shattering, typical.
Craving her hell, she died
an utterly revolting realization –
‘Tis what we war against
mirrors what we promote.