Brimming underneath the sounds of ordinary
A loud humming silence is brewing up a storm
a thirst the world could never quench
disturbing dusted ground
Shimmering lights and the creaking of lips
Forced into smiles
But it’s too late to be okay.
storms
Another landslide
Standing against another tidal wave
Taken to my knees again
Fingers curled to grip
The sand that sinks beneath
Losing self and time
Another landslide
A storm waiting
To fall from my eyes
But I’m sad and left bone dry
Wordle: No justice
Facing the worlds brutality
Standing after the scorn
Donning masks of clarity
So it looks like I’m weathering the storm
But these digs
At my sanity
Have let me see
The need for justice
That cannot be born
Storms
Do not quicken my haste
I am always much too soon
Or much too late
Always working against
The lick of the clock
Trying to be calm
In the eye of too many storms
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