Through a sleepless night I wonder
As my last dream I do ponder
Like Rasputin I walk the night
Seeing into the flashes of light
In the bright shadows I can see
The secret darkest parts of me
Chunks taken daily from my soul
Never able to reach my goal
I slip along the shattered ridge
Walk across the tattered bridge
Fallen pieces of me forsaken
Delighted by what they have partaken
Run, run river of cherry red
Flows of nattering from my head
Senseless babbles it is said by some
Those who understand get none
In the words scattered through
The truth reveals all to you
- Author: The Depressed 1 ( Offline)
- Published: January 17th, 2022 03:45
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 15
Comments1
Very nicely executed. It flows well๐๐๐๐โ๐
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