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Waste
Curse myself
for being a fool
unworthy of the
particulars
spoon-fed to me
by chance.
Forecast
Clear, blue sky today
Foggy, blustery night tomorrow
Chances of rain
Rising up high
No, it’s not water
It’s bullets,
It’s gas,
It’s bombs.
I prayed to the heavens yesterday,
I hid from its wrath today,
Tomorrow I’ll be a dead-man
It’s deadly,
It’s lethal,
It’s war.
Memento Mori
Silver and gold and diamonds and pearls,
plus all of the silk that one can unfurl,
cases of riches in all of its glory,
serve only to me as a memento mori.
About the Creator
Regina Bass
Hyperactive student with too many interests
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