The world within the
Grasp of one's fingertips
Slipping and slipping
Ever so slowly
Once expressive
Osmotic thought
Fading and now
Ever so vapid
The river rapids, crashing, running so free....
..Yet
uncontrollably floating
downstream like
broken debris
The sky succumbing
To darkness
Fear settling in
Completely freezing over
Like concrete roots to one's feet....
..suddenly immobile.
The dreams
The answers
The messages lost
The world slips and
What's left is the cost
Bound to its axis
The d e f e a t s
Taken as taxes
And finally realisation....
..It was never mine to begin with
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Psych Ward Scriptures
PoetryA spattering of poetry and ultra short tales of love, loss, depression, oppression, animal rights, human rights, existentialism and dates with Lady Satan Herself! High Highs!: 1st #animalrights 1st #suicidalideation 3rd #poesy 7th #uplifting Conten...
