The extinction of my conscience, triggered by this lonesome
Destined to be eternal;
Caused by this infernal
Stroke of bad chance
Left to wander — in a disillusioned trance.
A grip so cold, ceasing to function, a heart that beat now feels numb.
A sunflower eclipsed; withers, soon dies
As petals flutter and petals fall;
Summoned by times insistent call
The dirt snuffs their beauty once held
Like an Oak caressed by teeth, standing proud, now felled.
The path seems clouded, devoid of life, as I start to realise these eldritch ties.
My record’s skipping, broken and warped
Making these notes chiseled in stone;
Now buried in my mind, its purpose unknown
And casting it’s vacuous influence so great
God's creatures great and small, find no shelter from its docile hate.
Flats and sharps, grey in tone, circle my head as the vinyl spins —
-- In its loop I find myself caught.
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The Boney King Of Nowhere
Poésie"There's always a siren, singing you to shipwreck." A collection of my poetry. Hope you enjoy.
