Cracks
Waiting for the rain
to wash over this face
Watching the clouds
whipping sights and scents
Soon to be drenched
flavors of metallic licorice
like blood droplets on a tongue
remnants of discarded words,
clearly half devoured
Arguing with oneself
deciding what to do
and what about you?
The same upbringing
ears still ringing
from a blue collar mentality
that weighs one down
with brutal finality
Don't breathe
Don't believe
Don't argue
when your whole life
is surely laid out
in front of you
Throw a wrench into the cogs
watch this life come to a grinding halt
Then tell me who's at fault?
As you fall through the beckoning cracks
Compassion this system certainly lacks
mathiasthom
written 4/24/10
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