It all tastes the same
And I don't know why.
Alive in my head,
And dead on the inside
This incompletes me
Completely- doesn't fill me
Boldly- doesn't burn me
Coldly- doesn't quench me.
And it all tastes the same.
Zero familiarity,
Decent licks of vulgarity
And a thousand croaking confessions
From two desert Cows.
And I await the ticktoking dread
Long pressed on my rivering bed
Because I know it'll taste the same.
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Lights Out Kiskadee
PoesíaTurn your thoughts into words and share them with the world... I've decided to channel such into poetry ... and trust me I don't regret it ...Plz like my poems n comment so I will know if you're enjoying them or not ?#Ray_Egbert
