Theres Never Been Anything Else
“THERE’S NEVER BEEN ANYTHING ELSE”
as the circle completes,
so too does it repeat.
we see through the same eyes
as life murders our bodies daily.
idle hearts with love locked
inside a storage, a storage
the rent is late on, apprehension,
evil’s root watered daily and
subjective strategies gone awry.
the only truth lies inside the
graves of what we tried to give life.
losing what we know makes the
paint roller roll without paint
on the walls of our existence.
souls to pens, inks to life,
our paper is the love we accept.
the dreams of our youth are
the regrets of our maturity.
if only we had known, dear God,
if only we had known.
By: Chicano Eddie
8-10-2016
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