Thursday, September 3, 2015

landfill

The heart is a landfill
Littered with the decaying revenge
Of inadequate reflections
Projected across everything that's seen
Choking on the scar tissue of
Recycled meaning that was never bothered
To be understood in the first place
Waste that was not meant for anyone
Yet was bathed in until it was forgotten
Where it was, or is going to
Choose whatever is wanted
But know that there can be better
Than this garbage that has been created

For nobody

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