In this cove
the fraternity of shame
beggars beget like
life a circus of circuits
a circuit of discussions
in this circus called life
the fountain of delusion
bitter yet tasteless
in this fountain called life
nothing is promised
sleep hurts
as it clamps upon the doors
of sanity
I fall as I claw
at the fountain of sanity
that same delusion
that same delusion pushing me
to acknowledge that fountain called life
let me want
the memory of my memory
for in forgetting
life is made
in recanting life is known
For the delusion that it is.
This life, it swirls like a swig.
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PoetryPound for pound it hits my frame regrets choke my memory could have been a dream but it wasn't palms cupping my brows violently head pushed back against the concrete for her it was the floor for you the lamppost we struggled together I broke th...
