flooding a tan beach.
They tell me,
It gets better.
When?
Have i not waited patiently
for twenty years?
Still i wait in darkness
of the night.
Nothing, No one comes.
How could i blame them?
I'm just a mess of late night
innocence fractured before
bed. Stoned... looking up
as i slip my head through
the gaping sunlit loop.
The rope tightens around my
neck, cutting off what was left.
The wind blows and my body sways
drenched in the sweat of
my generation.
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