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Heavy
Heavy is the brow that sits the crown of power,
fame or shame it is a wonder that we live with
greed to want for more than we can afford
or sow the seed and set the deal
dealt to us in deeds we need…
We want more to succeed in our greed
we wear the finery of a life lived out fast
we burn out in all the lights we love
and breathe the shadow of the tv screen
and dance the dance macabre
We want to have and to hold all that
is dear but to pay the price
for a mear meek soul in the void
of life that is touched for a costly lie
We seek to have and to hold
to warm and to mold the binary
of life in our hands such is the power of man
For heavy is the brow that sits
the crown the power the
flame the perceived shame
We are plugged into little black
digital boxes and waste our
lives in opinions and checkmarks,
suicide drives
We live vicariously through
others imagery we worry
what we are liked or shared or
only care as we count the
Tick-Tocks of life now lost in a computer app
We are void of passion seconds
to our demises close to our
death but 30 secs of shame
slides slices of life pointless and enflamed
Heavy is the brow with thoughts
of more than what we are more
than self, as humanity runs
a mock not thinking or dreaming
we only wait for dawn with our
eyes wide shut as we scream into the night
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Poet Tellaferro
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