Justice

justice
is gone
we have said goobye
to the memories
that have been made
on the scratched wood floors
we now live
in a tattered apartment
just because
we don't have enough
money
we had feelings
that kept us afloat
and now they have shattered
because we don't have enough
of a simple object
that can be produced
thousands of times
but no
now all of our
hopes and emotions
have been shoved away
by the inequity
of silly little objects
that are just duplicates
but our thoughts
and memories
and smiles
that are brought by the rooms
are now gone.

 

EverlastingWaves

VT

15 years old

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    october,
    my love,
    it is good to see you once again.

    although it appears i have missed
    your grand entrance,
    while i left the room.

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    and looked up,
  • scratches

    skin pulled taut and tight
    burning like the light
    that seeps through cracks
    underneath the door

    from stray branches and walking
    throughout the woods, balking
    at the idea
    of no path

    water rests on skin