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My Personal Apocalypse

My "personal" apocalypse

 I lost my dreams... Yesterday
 I'm always losing things.. Little things
 Deliberately,
 but i blame you.
 Tomorrow I will be soaked to the skin
 because I love the taste of rain
 or just
 i hate colorful umbrellas
 verbatim.
 I feel in my own way... The world
 I don't have a mechanical system in my head,
 my fingers bleed when i cut myself
 while cutting prejudices from my fingernails.
 I never plan anything
 that's why they say I don't understand... Life
 and I don't know... (I need another cigarette)
 Everything they say is "right"
 sounds so wrong to me
 but i blame you.
 Flags mean nothing to me
 because I don't believe in order
 senseless system
 which serves a radioactive breakfast,
 but if that day ever comes
 to believe...
 That will be the beginning
 my "personal" apocalypse

Copyright © | Year Posted 2023




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Date: 3/16/2023 1:41:00 AM
Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." God bless you.
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