poem of random 3 words

the haze surrounds
with unbearable sounds
like a growling
buried deep within
the depths of
a tortured soul
is so soft
and so fragile
handle it careful
Said the rabbit
and the Joker
To the sky
I shall try
not to run
against the wind
on hot coals
To the moon
i shall travel
Across the world
with a monkey
on my back
it’s weight unbearable
heavy to bear
my legs hurting
with dirty shoes
I sing blues

drinking a glass
of liquid hope


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