A Fool's Cry

Location

70601
United States
30° 13' 45.6708" N, 93° 12' 47.2428" W

Tired eyes

Alone smiles

Shell of a man running unkept dials

Rusted turning keys

Passing by with switches and lights that seem to do nothing

With this tool of love I believe the switches I press

With this tool of hate I ignore my goal

With this belief in ignorance I trust the one that keeps my soul

This poem is about: 
My community

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