Bleeding Ink 1,672 (gateways)

I had a dream

I was a writer,

I stumbled outside

I had been offline

I didn’t recognize the world …

The masks

We couldn’t wash our hands

The water

Wasn’t clean

I washed them in the rain…I was driving fast

Hustling…

My brother was sick

He couldn’t take the pain

And I felt the pain too

He hung himself from a bridge

And

She said it’s crazy love

It’s not a gateway love

But there’s mushrooms in her cup

And a needle on the night stand

Is it the poverty or is it the cancer killing me?

I wish that I was doing better

I wish that I was doing better

I wish that we were doing better ….

It’s not a gateway love

But it’s never gonna be enough

It’s raining

And

He had tears in his eyes

Tired from the pain

The train almost got my car

And when it passed

He was hanging from the sky

It’s not a gateway

But It’s never gonna be enough….

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