Blurp Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

Blurp

Rating: 2.2


Shadows floating in the darkness,
evil praying in the cuts,
scent of a curse,
and the apathy of the kid,
forbidden by life, to live,
to find, to become,
pulling with every muscle,
pushing with every ambition,
and wanting to become himself,
and the eagerness to achieve his goals.

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