My Sleeping Generation Poem by Caleb Andrew Ward
My Sleeping Generation
my sleeping generation
waste deep in degradation
smoking from my eternal flame
quenching my last rite
i’ve missed this feeling
growing inside my stomache
aching for hours on ours.
lost in my brain, but at what cost?
have I danced-around the issue?
i miss this lost, loss
kiss me down-tempo
find my last breath inside my soul
i believe in this happy ending.
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