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demand

Posted to Action Poetry




I feel the soft strangling explosions, soft shattered images
of how things were going to be.
I never saw the future coming.
never felt the past rush by.
and I wonder can they see them now
the way all of us never meant to be
and I have to demand
when did it get to be enough to be content?
from this life, I demand more.
--violet9ish