Earlier today I decided to do some free-writing. I wrote a poem with a lot of detail and then while editing I decided to take most of the detail out of it. I then came up with an abstract poem titled "Cracked Frame." I hope you enjoy it.
Cracked, no broken
Perfection coming from one view
Vision is blurry
Head hurts
Looking in the mirror
Is that me?
Closing my eyes
Sight is distorted
Not ready
Health is gone
Ouch
Free no more
The government’s calling
911 help me
The government is stalking me
Dollars magically appear
The real world
Never ever ready
(You have to)
Time to work
Confusion is sad
Got to get this fixed
What’s perfection’s number?
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