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Bloody Awful Poetry

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Chapter 47: Descending

Cold water runs along the metallic
Dripping ever slowly down
As I make my way
Through this jungle of mediocrity
Green razors seem to nip at me
Barefoot trodding to play
Light impacts the shadows of the town
And turns yet to trick
I shadow my brother
As he stalks something greater
I follow on to know
Not to stop, I wouldn’t bother
To care for the cattle enough to shade for
But with curiosity I’m aglow
He breaks through glass partitions
As I watch questioning
I prevented this behavior before
Just never in someone so close to me
Is this whom I am supposed to be
Watching as he snags from a drawer
I trail as he’s running
My mind filled with suspicions
Is it simple necessity
Why didn’t he come to me
Is it for the thrill
Cold winds give rise to chill
As I ponder every possibility
This is forgivable of course
And he is my responsibility
Since I chose to make him family
Does he feel remorse
Or is there something else at work here

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