Sunday, August 28, 2016

Vacuous

back to that moment of isolation
where darkness seeps through walls
filling voided air
with all the sadness of the world

there I sleep undone
in my dream kingdom

visions tiptoe across the page
as I turn in in gentle rage
drooling upon
the feathers of my discontent






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