there are times when all you
can hear is the incessant tapping
of your pen against a hardwood desk
that sits positioned idly on
hard, concrete floor.
there are times when the
blood pounding
in your head slithers it way downwards
and haemorrhages you wordlessly
while whispering of failures
and shame.
........
is there a time when the devil
drags you through the hollow
pits of hell and cackles
while pointing his stubby
middle finger at you?
is there a time when the
cathedrals in our hearts
crumble until
the rubble forms a shrine
to lilith?
yes, oh yes.
they call it exams
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Poetry-thoughts in the form of little rivulets that part from the undulating river of my cryptic mind in a poetic jumble of words- ~ e s o t e r i c p h i l o s o p h i e s ~ ©Aneet, August 2015 lowercase intended
