Guttural screech
My undoing
Done.
Taking me back
Four score before the birth
Mama don't mean no good
And daddy's just too trife.
Meddlin too much
Mindless affairs of long
Ago hanging
Out to dry
Drippin down
Got me soaking wet
Coming back
Rising up
The dead can walk again
Cracking bones filled
With dust
Makin' me sneeze
Glorified renovated
Atop weak foundation
Walls glisten while
Cockroaches wait in dark recess
Their chance and opportunity
Near
Play a lonely tune with
My emotions
The harpsichord string taut and
Set
Luring you, and
He and
She
All of you
To my debt.
Lock broken
Bloody mess
Invitational requirement
Not yet met
Inside the drug of choice
Lonely-ness
Embrace my
Unknown aspects
Careen along the winding
Uneven path
Fiery will yet
Unkempt
Crying who am
I, to be HELD here
A prisoner to myself
YOU ARE READING
Gemini
PoetryA purging of the mind, heart, and spirit. . the soul bled through virtual ink.. a melding of words of which i call poetry
