Ash and Rubble
Let’s pretend there was a time where life was always easy
where love never became a war,
and hope would never leave me.
What does it look like?
How does it feel
to never be afraid
What I would give to live like that
for just one peace filled day.
My world is ash and rubble
ground into my knees as I crawl
on the cracked dirt road on my way
to somewhere better
My world is mercurial
uncertain, ill-defined
when each day blends into another
I can only think of all I left behind
For a better life…
that’s what they say
For a better life…
This poem is about:
Our world
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