Buried deep.
Feels like an eternal sleep.
Exhausted from the screaming.
Dirt's all the support I'm held in.
Have food to keep me fuller,
Have tidy cloth for cover.
Why must I yearn more?
Flames behind every door.
Suppression - does it really matter?
Roll me a joint brother.
Let me rise in shades of gray.
Blown by the wind astray.
Stuck miserably in the same air,
Until Mercy descends on every inch, every hair.
Whatever comes up on this road.
Awaiting the day the sun folds.
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