Swang Time

by T. Forrest

Didn't know demise could come disguised.
Targeted zero didn't need a spot
looked up it's in my face,
circled around like a snake,
fake or is it in the left over cake I ate.
Rainbows without rain.
No promises, no shame, a word game.
Eyes are wide open no coping,
hoping each day spent hoping.
Can't help but to hang,
I was raised up on a swang
time and time again.
Reap. Eat. Repeat.
Seeds sown before I was known
but I'm left to change and be grown
up looking down at the tears
that have drowned me out
through the years pale yellow washed out.
Staled out dreams stalled by melodrama
from fanciful glitz of papa and mama.
Open, budding, fragile.
Water fell on burned out
petals once beautiful colorful wonderful.
Trueness, realness, uselessness.
Tripping over finger pointing shouting
criticism assimilation exploited power.
Rain no shower, now it's my turn to holla.

Swang Time by T. Forrest

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