Broken rock, buried dog
I have no time to tell you
Yesterday was it tomorrow?
I've lost a sense of time in this spiral
The winds don't give a hint of emotion
A calm storm internally raging and breaking
A book full of pages scribbled in chicken heads
Can you decipher me, please?
Just please read my sundial so it tells you the real time
Do you only communicate for rations?
Another hit for your addiction?
It's okay, I'll be your cellar if you love me
Damn this pain that flows in my bones
It chills and numbs my fingers
My toes dipped in ice again and again
I'm only here for so long
Back into my box I go
Waiting to hopefully, be wound back up
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Emotions are bare and naked. and the paper and pen are ready and well equipped.
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