Author: Kerry


dinner is eaten
and lessons are learned
peace is somehow made although not
before bridges are burned
bad apples started out fresh
that is something we tend to forget
and the likliness of us taking part
in their rotting, we will not admit
people complain about living
with every movement and breath
but become terrified and uneasy
at every thought of an ending, of death
they look for these answers
these answers they fear
and when an answer heads towards them
they turn away and drink a beer
so when will we let go
of the things we detest
and sweep away all the crap
that lays upon our chests?


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