threats
always come
top down,
not bottom up.
mushrooms in the belly,
eat your worries,
digest them down,
subdue your anxiety,
calm the storm.
all that hurt,
pouring thru your eyes,
pouring down those feelings,
pour, pour, pour.
how many times,
been down those halls,
how many hugs,
how many smiles?
What ends up meant to be?
Stories read in the dead of night,
Some out walking, drinking, dancing, eating
dot dot dot.
What destiny ends up ringing,
broken diminished being,
hands always holding,
last call bummers,
future free.
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