Snake Hole

Pouring Sand Down The Snake Hole of Life

My mind is like the meandering river
threatening to make ox bows
closed loops; giving up and
giving in to emotion and
sorrow, it is its own
worst enemy
living in
is good advise
but what if it pales
before my past, am
I stuck here until I breathe
my last; how could lithium or
valium even begin to make up
for a childhood spent in Tuscany
the pyschologist told me “you have
suffered many losses;” I didn’t need
to pay anyone to tell me that; no wonder
this culture doesn’t think twice about bombing
colored people and calling it protecting our interests
somewhere along the road to here we lost our humanity

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