in regards to all insomniacs who share my woes,
every dead poet in recycled clothes,
the strange credibility only the expired know,
what's worth holding on to and worth letting go;
in regards to all which ebbs and flows,
addicts getting by on last bits of blow,
civil disobedience penned by Thoreau,
the ideals that exist only for one to outgrow,
the ambulance men scorn after the lifeless Monroe,
the bloody ear of a dreary Van Gough,
each forgiving red cup which overflows,
you and I have suffered, and I know it's so.
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Good work
a wonderful take on life. I love the form too, keep up the good work a powerfully poetic Potential Excellent this a wonderful poem and beautifully worded, i like how it flow I look forward to your next one. Alexander QQ…
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thank you so much for the kind words
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