Braden's Poetry

There's a lot of moons
Between what I know and what I've learned
About past lives ruins
Those who were murdered, imprisoned, or burned

The ocean's tide calls me
Because its Earthly devourment is like death
Like death eating away life
Taking time off the end - beach or breathe

I'm too old to be your soul mate
I'm too young to find someone else
I'm a victim of my own fate
I concentrate on the grains of the cells

I have reached that point
And now I reel as I run amuck
I no longer know where I'm going
How I can care when no-one else gives a fuck

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