Renewed

N Unplugged December 1, 2019December 1, 2019 1 Minute

I have to go.

There’s no reason—
or one to stay for.

There’s no sense—
or sensibility anymore.

There’s no pride—
only prejudice reigns.

There’s no soul—
so bodies a wander.

There’s no air—
except mechanised oxygen.

I have to go—
for beach breathes life
into my suffocation.

Published by N

Writer of all things, some of which are pretty good. View all posts by N

Published December 1, 2019December 1, 2019

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