Inapplicable, I smile at the irony
It's poetry
Seaworthy
A rhapsody
I have taken the place of the thing
Steadfast like a rash
As red as inflammation
I intended to die on that day
To an ovation
It had built up to then, the present
I don't know what I was thinking
In that moment death was fetching
I fell into the eternal silence
Nothing has been the same since
I thought it would've been a cinch
I'm convinced there's nothing I can do
It's dawning on me, I see nothing
When I think of the future
I take deep breaths, I can't take it anymore
I dread the final departure
The phone call
It's dismal
The high is ephemeral
I always want more, I never get bored of it
Like a cold front, I'm here then there
Looking for a placard, I hear fake promises
Whispers through the trees
Pass men wanting 4 a.m. kisses
I fidget, solve the glitch, overcome it
Treasure the relic
The flame has ignited
A mental illness
Something I can't extinguish
My mind's a factory
I'm practically
Trying to escape my thoughts
They're like boomerangs in the gridlock
I'm staring into space, seeing stars
In the healing process
I jumped to conclusions
Removed myself from the situation
With my belongings
I stumbled down the backwoods
Into the night.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 10th, 2020 21:27
- Category: Unclassified
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