Gabhriel Londe Poems

The stained dark beige walls stare at me.
They think they know me,
So they start to close in
To get a better look,
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It has been quite a while since I have written.
I'm guessing that's partly because I have been so busy
Fighting my mind
And confronting my insanity.
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It's dark outside,
But it isn't.
There is still an ominous red glow in the sky
At 11: 14pm.
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When they had rid themselves of their first scapegoat
To send their problems away with it,
It came back as the demon Azazel.
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How does one conform?
Act how everyone else does,
Never standing out.
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The writing is nothing
When everything feels wrong.
Wordless,
Awake at night.
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The Abstract,
The Madness,
The Spark,
The Way;
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The boy tells me
That he’s not ready for it,
That he’s not smart enough.
He’s scared
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Here we go,
On our way to Osage Beach.
I remember this ride being more fun,
More promising,
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“Who are you here to see? ”
The aging 40-year-old woman asked me
From across the small waiting room.
I told her which doctor
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