Star Wars

Time doesn’t serve

The cynical,

Slowly shying away

From those blood

Thirsty serpents who

Aren’t sentimental

Towards my spiritual,

Segregating the sun

From the stars

And the rest

Of the universe,

I softly slur my

Words because

The truth hurts,

The souls that surround

Me is what declared

My internal war,

My internal Star Wars

– Nick F. Hawkins

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