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CLARITY - By: Kaidy Wright

 


CLARITY

Is it clear? Or is it not?

The explanation staring back.

Those two eyes and what they see.

                                                                            looking straight… dead at me.

No illusion, nothing fake.

As clear as day, written on your face.

the words come out, you don’t have to shout. 

Your actions speak volumes

Your presence gives doubt.

Some situations prove really… sketchy. 

Make me chase you acting, Edgy.

Lean into the rhythm and flow. 

Pacing yourself… as we have to go. 

The battle has begun 

on both sides of the coin.

You racing with time, 

Sadly. But with my Freaking Dime.

Wish you never came and you were never born.

It is too… close for all to call it. 

Hard for me to even bear it.

This can’t be real. Has to be a joke

After all the damage. Then I have to share it.

Totally without. Chuckle while you stare at me

Lost in the middle of crap,  without any 

Clarity



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