balancing sense by philan

philan | May 18th, 2016 | a poem a day challenge, poetry | No Comments


Not all broken people come from broken homes and not all broken homes churn out broken people
Been dying with grace and awaiting ressurection
Flapping wings in a fly free zone
Dancing with no rhythm to a dropped beat
Settling for waves in a lanur eclipse
Craddling our feet deep into the moons dust and catching dreams floating on the rainbows dark side
Gods beatbox trapped in our chest
Life echoes in our steps
Stop and you might miss a beat
For all the spineless upright walking men
Born of nothing but dancing pencils racing for fingertips
Not broken just stood to close when the world was swinging
Still standing

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