When trying
bleeding your path
left goes first,
right remembering
vulnerability…
persisting to face
for how long?
until pain overcome
releasing it
moaning loud
the neighbors' sigh
in turmoil
what she’s up to
kids keep playing
a cacophony of ‘I am’
tongue touches
the top palate
thoughts disappear
who knew it’s
silence inside
white noise,
vacuum,
mentality spikes
and ready for
alienation
to clear the soul
eternity river
returning back to a body
it’s cold, it’s odd, it’s cracked,
the holes sigh
mistrustfully…
hey, you, what the
light you brought,
we burnt it
yesterday…
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Burnt out sure can be no fun as the body gets taken to task while we try to hide it with a mask.
ReplyDeleteGreetings Humbird. I enjoyed reading your poetic-piece, well done. Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew.
ReplyDeletemistrustfully… hey, you, what the
ReplyDeletelight you brought, we burnt it
yesterday
Burnt out? Perhaps take a breather to give out the best later. Nice hearing from you, humbird!
Hank
Grateful for comments! Nice to see you all as well :)
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