Great
A new day brings new weather
Lenity springs
I've crossed the rill, I'm independent
Sibilant serpent
In the city streets, in alleys
In the woodlands
On sofas
On the floor
Opening and slamming shut doors
I've outdone the purlieus
But I don't know which direction to go in
Whorls whisper and I feel like I am a tourist
I was crippled with anxiety in public
A planet in orbit
Ransacking my brain for a metaphor
Honeyed words, something
The sad thing is that I'm empty
Like the pit of a cave
Living in an illusion, in a left-handed place
Au fait with all things death
Vulnerable host in a dichromatic state
I belong to the night
The sun's shine is moony and mean
I always want to go with the tide
It's been a long time since I've smiled
I haven't smiled in a while
I need my narco
Certes
I lay deep-rooted in my tomb
Each crispy morning passes me by
I lay in my tomb like I am Tutankhamun
Without any notion, pain is closing in on me
I can't stomach it, death
I'm faltering quicker than Jonquil
Pawing at the long drawn tintinabulation
I wish it was a nightmare.
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Ohhh I love the imagery and what a beautiful way with words you have. Thoroughly enjoyed! Thankyou 🙂
Thanx for ur encouraging comment.
This is amazing, so well written 🌹
Thanx, I try.
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