I want to violently shout
Throw forth my conception of being
And be decoupled in to that
Swimming non existence our
Relation ship exist as
I want to dethroned all betwixt us
I want to sever all inhibitions and ought to's
Why is it so hard to have what I want
Maybe it's because I ask for things I ought not have
Maybe that's a pronouncement of my poor stewardship in the historicity of past events
Maybe it's because you're poison
But I can't believe the latter is true
You make my spirit cyclonic
I grit my teeth and implore God to act
But I remember after much contemplation I'm a wicked instrument of wrath
And it must be so that no precious and fragile gem of earth
Should befall me.
YOU ARE READING
The Penultimate Pleasures
PoetryA collection of poems meant to embody the ongoing struggle of souls seeking shelter in modernity. (Let me know what you think:)
