Well,
The bummer goes limp today,
It’s kinda bright,
Not from joy or hope but out of even deeper
emptiness,
Sometimes that happens,
You get so close to the edge,
That fear, recklessness, pain, and joy all morph,
And what you get,
Is indescribable apathetic bliss,
You really don’t care about what’s going on,
While still,
Caring too much to let that matter,
I write tales and stories,
From depth, arrogance, and tomfoolery,
It’s more than art to me; it’s my lifeline,
I know it’s almost showtime,
But heck,
I don’t know if I can take the stress anymore.
@Job Kerry
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