the trees out there are far too close
shackled to time I'm caught
wind it down and watch it die
my blood is boiling hot
forecast the local veins
take a drag for last time's sake
fester freely upon the flesh
find another life to fake-
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Author:
lux lucis (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 12th, 2026 01:26
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 10
- In collections: Blackhole Disease, Red Veil Cycle.
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Comments1
A surrealistic poem that projects a feel of defiance. Nicely done
It was certainly very surreal. Thank you.
You are most welcome
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