I Know How Hard It Gets
By Jarad Bushnell
When I was young
Had my share of fun
Found a bar well, drank it down
Lived below
Under earth I traveled
Through roots and stones
Displaced dirt and waste
With my own
I know how hard it gets
I know the dark of the deep down depth
Years passed under the grass
Could not see the sun
Eyes erased, iris dried
Gone for good
Came across a graveyard
Bones were all there
Finally, some friends for me
Those who also know
How hard it gets
Who know the dark of the deep down depth
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Jarad Bushnell lives in the Mid-Atlantic of the USA with his wife and cat. His poetry has appeared in The Lyric Magazine, Grand Little Things, WestWard Quarterly, The Literary Hatchet, and others. In addition to writing, he enjoys calisthenics, birdwatching, backyard astronomy, mathematics, and movies. You can find his published work and music at www.JaradBushnellPoetry.com.
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