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Bonus Poem for Day 115 – 20150425
Where am I
when the friend
is not
here?
What am I
when life is before
I take the remedy?
Night and day,
it seems to be,
interplay between
what comes before,
living death,
and the place
I'd rather be.
Happiness illusive,
I grasp at it,
realize it,
enough to know
that I exist
without it.
Step away
authority says.
Beware the trap
society says.
Turn my back
on voices unhelpful,
and wonder why
they cannot see
my pain inside,
the place I live,
when I am not
here.
© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved
