June 18, 2023
That lay on the dewy, unkempt grass
Just a stone’s throw away from my family’s cemetery
A prophetic warning of what is to come
We will skip smooth rocks
On that mirror of a lake that you say holds your very first pocket knife
I’m sure it will call out to you - a wounded call -
To cut ties before we are invested
After all, that would be the sane thing to do
To recognize how this chaotic world around us -
Tends to hand us all these straightforward clues
That we seem to turn a blind eye to
Poetry by aidan haskel
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Written on 2023-06-18 at 06:16
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sanity doesn't look good on us
We will carve our initials into the dead treesThat lay on the dewy, unkempt grass
Just a stone’s throw away from my family’s cemetery
A prophetic warning of what is to come
We will skip smooth rocks
On that mirror of a lake that you say holds your very first pocket knife
I’m sure it will call out to you - a wounded call -
To cut ties before we are invested
After all, that would be the sane thing to do
To recognize how this chaotic world around us -
Tends to hand us all these straightforward clues
That we seem to turn a blind eye to
Poetry by aidan haskel
Read 121 times
Written on 2023-06-18 at 06:16
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