True
I'll be there when family's missing
and all your children play games while kissing
the memories of minds they fought dismissing
And you long for the moment we had while listening
To tunes of our youth, of the rock gods rolling
And creatures we mad in all of our trolling,
while factoring in our bedroom strolling
in lights of dark hallways, always in calling
Prostitutes laughing at small heads in darkness
we drooled at the chance to make our own mark and
hurried our way into blight and forgot that
which we held sacred and into the hard mess.
Copyright © John Rockk-Fiordelisi | Year Posted 2022
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