Tell Me I'm Dreaming // poetry

3. At the Gallows

We have no excuses now,
We have no good reasons now,
Far too far is far too far,
We leaped and jumped and missed the bar.

Our eyes roll back into our heads,
Our hair clings wet like mossy threads,
But swing and hit and miss and then
We laugh and smirk and spin again.

We don't deserve the right to cry,
We don't deserve the sad goodbyes,
We flipped our lives like flipping hair,
Like tossing coins, we fell through air.

We have no excuses now,
We have no good reasons now.
Far too far is far too far,
We leaped and twirled and hit a car.

We tied ourselves with blood-red yarn,
We hung our bodies from the barn,
But in the night we start to dance,
With cackles and a witchly prance.

Our morals drop dead quick as flies,
Our lolling tongues tell only lies.
We're not depressed, oppressed, or sick –
We're lazy, mean and selfish ticks.

We have no excuses now,
We have no real uses now,
Far too far is far too far,
We shot our shining shooting stars.

We shot ourselves to hang alone,
We're limply swaying, names unknown,
Lives that lived but still are shallow,
Lives left swinging at the gallows.

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Yup. Pretty dark. But I am actually really proud of this one, I'm not kidding. I love this one. I really do. Hope you guys liked it too. Tell me what you think!

- Pwala