a chokehold onto me
straining my arteries
pumping the blood
trying to flow
straight to the heart of me
and all cessations cease.
you've caught me in my old haze
just like you
tend to do
and just like I
prophesized
so ask me another time
and see if I answer you.
the mechanics of sensuality
coding my framework
so that I might have purpose
or sever my duality
between humanity and sanity.
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Here in this poem there is a bit of the surreal. It is a bit mind provoking the last line for I see little sanity in humanity to separate. Nicely penned
thanks
Most welcome
Hayleigh, this hit me hardโฆthereโs something suffocating and electric running through it. The tension feels physical, like itโs pressing against the ribs from the inside. Itโs intense without losing controlโฆjust raw and deliberate. Powerful piece, my friend. ๐น๐ค๐๐ฏ๏ธ๐ฆโโฌ
thanks, glad you think so
Indeed. Most welcome!
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