intrusive ideation

poetry

they don’t make sunlight like they used to anymore
and i don’t smoke camel wides, either
i don’t drive a sports car that catches air on the rail road tracks
these days

back then
when i decided i’d live just to see what happens
i never thought i’d find myself
sucked dry of all energy and hope
waiting for the world to end

you’re right,
it is not the same
though death in all but name

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