A Metaphorical Poem About Life

And…it’s here. A future. Agile? I was not enough to be.

Black in it’s entirety. A new beginning and a new me.

Clockwork. As though a plan hatched by some supreme being.

Dear dog, which came first? Was it the white or the black?

Either way, it effortlessly taints your profoundly glorious genes.

Fuck this! Atrocious. Drugs?!

Goodness me. How did we get to this?

Horrible, dehumanising, and it’s here to stay.

“It suppresses”. But really only in the mildest of ways.

Just to remind you of the control you once had.

Killed! And now ceded in it’s entirety to a tad bit of a fad.

Let me just turn back the hands of time!

My fate I leave with you alone.

Nothing seems to relieve this pressure and irreparable pain.

Oh God! Could I be spared such a destiny?


Queuing from my heart to yours.

Respectfully admonishing your poWer and grace.

Simply, do I ask for that childlike sense of serenity.

To take me to a place of restoration and hope.

Unlock my mind. Repair my soul. For Vaults of this kind are too strong.




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