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A Poem

By Eric B. HunterPublished 2 months ago 1 min read

I think I’m losing my mind.

Rain falls on my parade,

Every day.

Syrup only reminds me of antifreeze.

Give me lobotomy

Give me death

Give me Peace

from the gravel that

Rattles in my head.

But maybe the cure is in the sweetness?

Not the antifreeze.

Not the bitter taste

of disappointment

When the syrup

turns out poisoned.

It is in searching for that sweetness

despite the fear

of poison.

It is smelling the syrup,

thinking it maple.

I think I’m losing my mind.

I think I will find it again,


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About the Creator

Eric B. Hunter

E.B. spends his nights crafting stories for your (and let’s face it, his own) entertainment. He hopes these stories portray people as they are, flawed humans capable of great and terrible things, and hopes you lose yourself in his worlds.

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  • Aphotic2 months ago

    Had a coolant leak once…car eternally smelled like maple syrup with a touch of chemical…I’ve been looking for my mind as well. So far no progress. When(if) I find it it’s definitely getting a lobotomy.

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