Struggles With the PhoneA Poem by Not here
I think that we are on our own
amidst the places we were shown. Maybe if we find the track it will lead us safely back. I think it's time that we admit we haven't fixed all of our s**t. The closer that you come to me the more I'm beginning to see. And after all the lights go out we still haven't got a route. The hardest things in life for me are the best things once you climb the tree As you and I conquer the globe I can't help looking at your robe. Your skin is lined with shades of gray. Dear God we need to get away. Every man struggles alone. Every person has a phone and yet we sit alone at night. Waging a war to face the fight. So as the fears are closing 'round I heard you make a screaming sound. And I'm the one who caused your cry. I'm not surprised as you say goodbye. But deep inside I'd rather die. © 2016 Not hereReviews
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