Do I wish to think?
To dream the unimaginable.
The mind of a viper;
Ambitious swipe towards intent.
Yet its possessed fangs drip,
Such venom. A gradual drop would
Destroy the work.
"What work?" I hear you ask.
"Exactly" I whisper.
There is none to behold. With all my gall
And flapping gums, such spittle
Did not exist.
I crave to bite the apple of my existence...
Lingering doubt, lingering hope.
Can I not foresee the future?
Can I not think?
Sigh
To exist with intent...
ČTEŠ
Liminality
PoezieHello. Thanks for checking out my poetry collection. I really hope you enjoy and most importantly, find value in it. I hope you can relate, imagine or at least be stimulated from reading it. It's a collection that means a lot to me. It's documenting...
