C.R. Ebowski Poems

I walked home, a yellow backpack I wore
Dreading the moment that was in store
For inside my pack was yellow card
That would reaffirm me being a retard
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I rolled out of bed waking up fresh
Not knowing what was in store for me today
But Murphy had a different plan
For I should have stayed in bed the rest of the day
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Darkness bleeds through the window,
Rejecting the soft light in the room.
A cold chill can be felt through the brick,
Smothering the steam from the bathroom.
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How could this happen to me
I lived my life with integrity
Knowing what I want to be
And expecting that should be
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all that can be heard
is the pitter-patter of my feet
as I run away
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Step outside and hear the moon yell at the sun
Witness the evolution of the world coming undone
Feel the pain deep down in the bottom of your heart
Smell the destruction of our lives being torn apart
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Close your eyes
Feel the smoothness of the grip
The little ridges on the edge
The coldness of the plastic
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Why does it seem so hard?
Why does it hurt so bad?
Why do I have to pretend?
Why do I feel unsafe?
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These streets look the same
This night is no other than the rest
A walk as slow as night
The cold adding to my distress
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smiling faces
dance around
living life
partying hard
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