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K.A. Johnson Poem
I am shackled to my front door
My definition of freedom is foregin
I am cold
Cold is my dying dreamer
Cold is my burning rage
Cold is a sledgehammer
It gives and it takes
Silence is my voice
Tired is my body
Death is me
For a love i have lost
The burden carrying back broken
For a dream that i killed
Temptation is golden
The steps to my hell
Lead to a door
The door that knows my many faces
The boomerang that breaks me.
-k.a.j
Copyright © K.A. Johnson | Year Posted 2023
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K.A. Johnson Poem
The euphoria in the birth of innocence is one so irresistible and bittersweet
Knowing the cold harvests of the world will purge for the end
The predators and prey are one and the same
To the flower, the absence is a stage for blossoming
Swept and kept slowly insane
It prevails
The flower is rather yet pale,
Undressed of the drug they seek
But there is more there is always more
To take, to possess, to savor
Pick a petal as they bleed
The greedy ones always aim for the stem
The compassionate ones dig for roots
In the end, nothing so precious could ever be
-k.a.j
Copyright © K.A. Johnson | Year Posted 2023
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