somewhere underneath the river;
that is where we left the key
to our psychedelic poetry.
look up at the foreign sky,
catching breath before i sink
in my sorrows; overthink.
which he uses to invade
thoughts, ideas, symbols too;
everything that screams out blue.
of admitting this one fact;
promises are overrated;
they make eagles feel sedated.
Witty poem with clever use of rhymes which makes the conclusions feel almost inevitable.
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Nice poem he got me thinking .. Congratulations
Congratulations human. This poem is featured in this week's Muxxybot poetry curation post.
https://steemit.com/curation/@muxxybot/muxxybot-poetry-curation-20
Thank you!