A whiter white
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I tried not to cry today sitting in my chair, Leaned back, looking at the marks on the ceiling. Thinking about the past, how they got there. Every mark a separate incident, I knew the story. There’s tape, watermarks, holes from a pencil thrown, A whiter white from the black light and a fly that died from bad judgment. Things hung, leaky roof, idle mind, glowing posters And I’m just not quite sure about that fly. I thought about my body and the marks on it, How they got there, far in the past I knew the story. There’s grey hair, evedence from things thrown, A whiter white from asphalt burns And scars that came from bad judgment. Sleepless nights, carelessness, motorcycle wrecks And scars I guess I deserved. I thought about my spirit and the marks on it, How they got there, where I had been, I knew the story. There’s hatred, distrust, greed, A darker dark from isolation And scars that came from bad judgment. Love, trust, generosity, loyalty And scars I didn’t deserve. I thought about the ceiling, my body, my spirit, And the bad judgment. I knew the story. I still tried not to cry today.

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