Everybody's Talking About the Same Thing

Dreaming, or thoughts of dreaming

Are my only hope.

We are all suffocating

Together.

In an empty place where

Whispers fill the space

Between knowing and believing.

Empty eyes, fuller minds.

Do you see what I see?

Do you hear what I hear?

A song.

A song, a song, a song.

But it's the same song,

The same black and white song,

Over and over and over again.

We sing it together,

A mantra

A brainwash

A promise

On earth as it is in heaven.

Is this earth?

Will this hell get us to heaven?

You preach "God," "Humility," "steadfast love."

So then why do the wretched draws of earth consume you?

Truth is, we all want to get somewhere.

No one is satisfied with darkness.

So, God, are you there God?

It's me, Ashlynne.

I knew you once before and maybe will again.

I'm leaving my options open.

This poem is about: 
My community

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