The black and green lives in my memory,
Of a watch meant to be exemplary,
Grounding my principles from young,
Now I live by the tongue,
Now I live indescribably,
Now I live unreliably,
I have no anchor,
To cure my working rancour,
Described to be unfixable,
Sadly made me unstable,
No longer operational,
My values are no longer sensational,
I think I'll just be,
And hope for growth in me.
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Merritt Xavier
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This is kind of sad. It says a person who is desperate for direction, and I hope the person in the poem finds it. Well Done!!!