
I even tried to meditate
It out of my system, even debate
With myself of course
Till I’m hoarse
Why is there so much hate?
Who wouldn’t want to separate
Themselves from things that don’t equate
With love and harmony
And suffer most lonely
I can’t relate
Of age I’m late
Don’t remember such fates
Or hateful traits—
oh, wait
I do.
Lived in Houston in the sixties.
Weekend Writing Prompt #335 – Dissociate
excellent writee!
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good one!
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