Those adult eyes see only lies, so don't believe your visions.
Inside you beats an anxious heart, held back by inhibitions.
It cries your name so desperately; in quiet times you hear it.
That taste of salt and bile proves your courage now is needed.
Let in fresh spring, let out stale air. Sweet inner child. Escape the lair!
About the Creator
Ashley McMahon
Aspiring writer, lackadaisical poet, disappointed idealist, formerly gifted child.
Trying to unlearn the lie of wasted potential.
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Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl5 days ago in Fiction
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A lovely cry for independence and discovery.