tsunami

feeling like
another abandoned dream
on the side
of the rural road
between
wholesome and winsome

watching life
turn to ash
blowing
through the trees
on another bench
in the center of nowhere

it was me
it was me
it was me
then it wasn’t
in a flash
it just wasn’t

left to rot
like a flag
stuck in the ground
of wartorn ideologies
on a tropical shore
in a tsunami

feeling like
an abandoned child
whose parents
weren’t ready
for the responsibility
of another mouth to slap

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