Mid Twenty Crisis (Flashback Poem)

The distance has been killing me slowly

From who I am to who I want to be

Like nails on a chalkboard

Something’s got to give eventually

Maybe my eardrums will pop or my heart will explode

Either or I’m craving the sweet release

The trigger finger relief

To feel in control of fate if even for a brief second

I want to manifest something authentic

Something true but not tried

If it’s even for a brief second

A hybrid sensation encapsulated in a melancholy portrait

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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