Thursday, April 4, 2013

My name is always August

White, grey and black
Bitter springs,
Few smiles,
Determined walk.
Running out of time.
Expectations are melting,
Strings don't pull,
Egos, profanity.
Everyone is better,
Everyone deserves.
Short lives
Spent on dreaming.
Gleaming but breaking.
Flames extinguished
One by one.
No care for me.
I know what I am.
No place for misery,
My name is always August.

A.K.

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