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ecstatic agony under rain

i heard an old man playing the guitar the other day

he sang a most distressing tune 

it went like this: 


i knew of a boy

he could not speak to his friends normally 


walked along the flesh of the world, barely feeling his feet upon the ground


drowning under the rain he sought that thunderlit sky so he could scream his songs of lunacy in ecstatic agony 

and nobody would hear 

nobody


I said damn brah get a grip to the old man and yanked his stool too.



©2024 by Azra Keskin. 

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