All Washed Up Poem by Deliot Taylor

All Washed Up



My hairs holding up
goals race to meet me
dead presidents converse in abundance
old enemies greet me
I’m all washed up

Haven’t felt pain in a long time
When writing I’m inclined to rhyme
I’m letting things slide
forgetting how to hide
the poet inside
all washed up

I cannot depress you anymore
you are free to explore
the regions still uncharted
left by the broken hearted
and when the haze has parted
you’ll be all washed up

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