Wednesday, August 03, 2016

Grim - Poetry by Freek

 Grim

Go away with your HDR
Reflect the grimness of life
I can see your destinations
My coffee curdles
Restart your life like a crashed browser

Barrier that bounces off hardship
Hanging on the stench of trash
I feel elongated and hear laughter
You set aside problems
They don't interest me

Looking for a way to regain a place
My sanctuary is disconnected
Carpets from the 70's are worn
Searching for the conventional
Replacing my needs and wants

Don't call me I will call you
Anti social reaches an all time high
But I've got friends
They like my gone fishing photos
Joy in an unfulfilled sham

Author: Sam Freek

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