some days
i feel trapped
numb fingers curled
around the cold metal bars
of a capitalist cage
in this little town
that is galaxies away from
living
i cannot breathe
except in poetry
and the mountains are
calling me to
run just a little further.
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• one more cup of coffee •
Poetry{ if peace is what i'm after, i'm going nowhere fast } ~ rusty clanton ; one more cup of coffee 9/21/17 - #75 in poetry
