Poem – Knocked Out

Blame me not, as 
i’m knocked out by 

my fancies false, 
those utter incessantly 

from abyss, 

and tune a noisy chant, 
and poisoning this broad 

earth. I dream of a morrow 

to see a new world.
I, in this endless journey, 

am suffering but

not yet done. 
So don’t piss me off, 

let me trade my anguish

first, then will rest awhile. 

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