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Grainy Brekkies
You can never
grasp, understand
bees keep stinging
venom that I bring
like constant ringing
of your front door bell
all these of forgotten
echoing of the years
what's of a sin I'm selling
that light so brightens
like new born flashes
no tail sweet light
stops smiling
I'm a familiarity
about to die,
hornet's pain to bring
timeless of photos
and those grainy
flashes of memories
I don't wish to see,
lapses bounces on knee,
Was I born beautiful
why I feel like a mistake,
what's left in the wake,
I was given the one take
Each and every date
not driven stated
to be merrily sedated
but crash, boom & face it.
Copyright ©
Ryan Hayward
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