I AM SCARED.
I AM SCARED
I AM SCARED
I AM SCARED
OF THE MATTER
AT HAND
OF THIS CHROME
COLOURED TONE
LIFE HAS
MOULDED INTO
OF CONSTANT
BATTLES WITH
OTHERS BUT
THE SILENCE
WITHIN THY SELF
THESE RIBS
FILLED FLOWERS
AND A HEAD
WITH TOO LESS
A THOUGHT
TOO MUCH
TO DO
LEAVING LESS
TIME
GONE IS THE
BUZZING MIND
FROM AGES
OF SELF MADE
STONE
SITTING IN
A FIELD OF
OTHERS THOUGHTS
WHICH YOU DO NOT
RUN FROM
BUT RELINQUISH IN
THE BLACK
AND WHITE OF
LIFE OF WHICH
YOU SEEM TO CROSS
BACK AND FORTH
LIKE YOUR
MONOTONOUS LIVING
NOW YOU SWAY
BACK & FORTH
DAWN TIL DUSK
IN THIS
GREY AREA.
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