I could force a sound
accepting yawp
or barbaric sigh
the most compelling
of human experience
standing in a line
the pothole path
we take turns
holding the sky
no future, no past
memories intermingle
with dreams,
forget their names
at the end of the day
half a hand of antibiotics
sick with apathy
sick with bloom
I used to work in DC and I went up there this past weekend to participate in the march, brought back a lot of memories of my time there and a lot of feelings of what it means to be a youth in the States.
proven paradoxes: grateful is an understatement; grateful is an overstatement.
Written for free-verse poetry maven 's revolutionary poetry initiative The 100 Day Poetry Challenge [Advanced Group] undertaken for Steemit School where
will be hosting a daily poetry show at 5 PM GMT.
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