Mitchel David Ring

Thoughts, Stories, The Poem

A Perfect Day

I was there when the world broke

I saw sunburnt faces scattered in gardens

and I planted seeds in the asphalt between them

to be watered by acid rains of the coming Spring

I waited for the rains to come and mix with the dried blood

I watched it run red again

and all together the scene

was so horrible

so gruesome

and so perfect

like everything was in its place and always had been

fading away

and me with it

holding fast to a one-way ticket

and simply along for the ride

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Maybe this is a bit melodramatic. Oh well, hope you enjoy (: Cheers all

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Photo by Antônia Felipe on Unsplash

Mitchel David Ring

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