Awake To the Deluge
wake to the sound
the flood outside
the darkness pouring through
the window cracks
the crow caws it
looks for a place to
rest its weary head &
the worms frequent
the slick asphalt
where dirt, debris, ****,
garbage &
the only real semblance
of justice flows
just beneath us all
as something
wonderful
that
we
can
never
get
to.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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