Strung Up

We often forget the purpose
of red brick buildings
in the nine hour hurry up
and wait

 

We often forget the purpose
of pen and paper
in the technicolor dream of
google docs

 

We get caught up easily
when thrown behind a
piece of paper reading
ABC

 

The first letters we learned
have become obsessions

 

We are easily strung up
by the coffee and all nighters
hanging ourselves on the
string of a 4.0

 

We linger in bed with our
mind in jello and our
eyes saying don't
wake me

 

We are easily strung up
Like puppets and I cannot
tell you how many pills
i took

 

We hang ourselves out
to dry our alcohol breaths
and wonder when this addiction
will end

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world
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