June 18, 2023


sanity doesn't look good on us

We will carve our initials into the dead trees
That lay on the dewy, unkempt grass
Just a stoneís throw away from my familyís cemetery
A prophetic warning of what is to come

We will skip smooth rocks
On that mirror of a lake that you say holds your very first pocket knife
Iím sure it will call out to you - a wounded call -
To cut ties before we are invested

After all, that would be the sane thing to do
To recognize how this chaotic world around us -
Tends to hand us all these straightforward clues
That we seem to turn a blind eye to




Poetry by aidan haskel
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Written on 2023-06-18 at 06:16

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