Filled With Hate
Chaotic days ahead,
Speaking your last daily bread.
As you sing that song,
While token the bong.
Pass the dutchie to the left,
All while closing your eyes and holding your breath.
Breathing and opening eyes after counting to eight,
The world is still filled with hate.
© 2019-2021 By Mary Robbins
Here you will find Poems, Sonnets, Haikus, Stories, and even some digital art. Enjoy, and feel free to leave a comment or message in the contact form ❤
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Like a robot, I have no emotions Many days I go with the motions Yet something is lacking My mind seems to be cracking Weak and leary I have... -
Here I sit and wait As I stare at fate Malicious grin upon her face Then disappears without a trace Two small needles for the eyes Anxiety ... -
Falling Through The Cracks I speak my words with power and grace But the pen is mightier than my voice Yet those who need to hear them most ...
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