January 25, 2025.
Hey friends, I just moved out of the great state of West Virginia. Missing the mountains, little homesick I think. Here’s a poem.
like old winter clothing;
halos tossed onto the wooden pegs
of a nearby coatrack
The bottom of the barrel
has been scrapped clean and dry
There is nothing left to sustain
No amount of gold buys time
but I’ve heard tale
of new pearly gates being welded
Those calls to abandon the already sinking ship
that we once called home
Is it so easy to
invest in our failure
over our future?
Only when you can pay the toll
Poetry by aidan haskel
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Written on 2025-01-29 at 20:53
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Hey friends, I just moved out of the great state of West Virginia. Missing the mountains, little homesick I think. Here’s a poem.
the toll
Hung their heavy wings uplike old winter clothing;
halos tossed onto the wooden pegs
of a nearby coatrack
The bottom of the barrel
has been scrapped clean and dry
There is nothing left to sustain
No amount of gold buys time
but I’ve heard tale
of new pearly gates being welded
Those calls to abandon the already sinking ship
that we once called home
Is it so easy to
invest in our failure
over our future?
Only when you can pay the toll
Poetry by aidan haskel
Read 21 times
Written on 2025-01-29 at 20:53
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