remnants of time fold
inside my consciousness
while experiencing memories
that are not my own;
peacocks of thoughts are
shared surreptitiously in the air
as indifference flies over
them like a worn out flag;
downspouts of happiness
cloud my judgements
more often than before
leaving me finishing
what have never begun;
tears of fears roll down
the back of my head,
unfulfilled expectations,
and onto the floor like
a dead cat had been
left on the road while I
see more clearly than
ever before...
I must be truly insane.
4Nov17
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