I rot in here now
Along with the old milk can
In the garbage bin.
Your love too
Has expired just like
The milk can.
Now I rot
With the milk can and
Your spoilt love.
Posted in response to the challenge Forgotten.
I rot in here now
Along with the old milk can
In the garbage bin.
Your love too
Has expired just like
The milk can.
Now I rot
With the milk can and
Your spoilt love.
Posted in response to the challenge Forgotten.
Floating in the sky
Like white fluid still in time
But moves in slow grace
Swirled with a brush by an oil painter
Yet sculpted with regality of wood
A whisper full of substance
An illusion of support
My marionette,
Dancing to another's tune,
I thought it was mine?
24/7 running in my head,
not a moment of peace and constant
restlessness.
24/7 walking to a beat,
a pressurizing pulse to synchronize
every action with a piece whose name
I can't recall.
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