When you least expect it those things you dread come knocking at the door of borrowed time It feels much too soon and cruel and unfair that all the moments and all the things are fleeting fleeing from our grasp until all that's left slowly fragments and fades and then vanishes across time
Category: Poetry
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where are the lost lines of poetry that my mind is constantly searching for? somewhere beyond sunset and the rising moon -
So this is what it’s like
to wake up to a nightmare
of our own making
In a blue state of mind
where an invisible army
ran over the ground game
and left us all casualties
on the field
I’m in a blue state of mind
in a red country
So this is what it’s like
when the bubble bursts in fear
what were we thinking?
I’m in a blue state of mind
where the people are angry
at the sound of his name
we must not yield
we’re in a blue state of mind
in a red country
So this is what it’s like
when the party’s over
and done and sinking
We’re in a blue state of mind
overcome with desperate grief
no more of the same
what’s left to feel
but a blue state of mind
in a red country