This country is empty
It is long gone
For the days of adventure
And truth
Lie written in our history books
Soon to be burned and forgotten
And the days our grandparents
Yearn to get back
Will never come back
And we'll be stuck here
Forgotten
In a country so divided
We destroyed ourselves
Posted in response to the challenge Post-Election.
There’s a dog that sits on the end of my street—
he barks at anyone that nears,
snarling teeth that glow shiny in the afternoon light.
There’s a dog that sits on the end of my street—
You asked me to stay
As you gazed into the future
Longing once more
I am not a poet
I don’t know how to use my words the way they can
I can’t captivate the minds of my friends by stringing them along with the simplest of words
I am not a musician
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