Eternal Youth

A Boy With Roses

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. 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 25th, 2020 16:39
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • BluebirdBlack

    Ohhh I love the imagery and what a beautiful way with words you have. Thoroughly enjoyed! Thankyou 🙂

  • Nemo

    This is amazing, so well written 🌹



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