Poetry

Vanilla Sky

Written By Jacob Ibrag

Clear mind, rewind to the time that sanity

was mine. Future precipitations of fine dined vanilla

skies. Scared to settle, humanity tried. In came the hurricane

that weeded out the lies. Lines of people, bleeding souls, praying

for easier tolls. Put on your suit, shine those shoes. Look down on

the test time put you through. We all fall from grace, just to climb

back and prevail, only to get shot down by ego’s fails. We proclaimed

that staying humble meant adopting salvation, rejecting self degradation,

opposing self manipulation. Situation of existence uplifting, we’re

shifting from jumping the gun to looking at both ways,

no more running. I see that vanilla sky, time and

sanity could again be mine.


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