
this is what it feels like being stalled and breadcrumbed
a forest can take centuries to grow
and only a few days to burn
if you notice or if you don't
see the smoke enter
only do not enter
the choke center
the soloverse
the blessing of a curse
raised to be the lone wolf
these arent my clothes
the moon hears me cry
frozen notes
moments late
water flows one way
under this
bridge uphill battles
i'm not even mad yet
so what my artificial therapist quit
dammit!
ohhh, maybe i cant deny
my dents are now stronger
it helps to be just a bit bent
my shape is interpretive
sometimes i am a team sport
when a fire burns
brighter than it needs to
so the flames jump to the clouds
and the rain falls
on my toes, my nose
and my bare knee
bent slightly through
the ripped leg of my jeans
raised in proximity
only enter not do enter
the way he once made perfect better
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
:::WARNING:::
i am only responsible for what i say,
not for what you understand.
you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent,
or you may not.
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