Caitlin Balm

There’s something I don’t quite get,
As to why this world tastes so bland.
Unsupervised, planned misguidances;
Have put this quiet super-race in high command.
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Fantastic!
To what do we owe this place?
This buzzing metropolis state,
This murderous engorged life.
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I wish I could heal you,
To bring you into my arms and soothe you, restore you,
Tell you everything kindly, gently.
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Where do I go,
If I am not here.
To flee, to fight, to hide;
Which way is best
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This is a world
That was not chosen.
A series of consequences and
Generations of misfortunes,
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To shout or to keep it inside,
Of me, for what reason?
Rattle me this.
To reach for guidance or sit with quiet susurrations.
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There's a story I'm certain
Of a beautiful spring,
Wide-eyed and open to the wonders
And the warmth of the sun.
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