Indecision

She recuperates,

Deserts fly,

 

Away cries the vast ceiling bat,

Shatter my climbing dark vision,

 

"Don't forget!" Says the graveman,

I'm never always alone,

Always alone,

 

If only those who,

Saw right through me,

Could even become something,

 

Then could I rise,

For one day only,

Like cold foolish waters,

Breathing depression and jest

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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