As rumination rumbles on this empty road ahead
Acceptance deadens the drum of this ache
As eyes drift between dreams and darkness
The body stills and wanders into awake
Birdsong stumbles across my synapse
Echoing Everything
Dirt drifts into my tired eyes
Burns of Belonging
If I wander from the edge of this prosaic precipice
Soft soils promise my soul to greet
Whilst my wings unfurl into the abyss
Into the forever, my beat wants to meet
Grasses tickle the wriggle of my toes
Softening my Home-coming
Blood drips dead red
Happily Forever Ending
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Author:
sylviasearcher (
Offline) - Published: January 17th, 2020 04:22
- Comment from author about the poem: Struggling to write lately
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Comments1
Brilliant, I to have been keeping many thoughts in my head. Thanks for trying to break the struggle!
May we create our bubble...
Thanks Dan.
Sometimes I think I’m going to end up neurotypical and will miss myself...
Hope you are winning
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