We only exist
within our own minds,
our very being and self and personality
a concoctions of chemicals
inside a mass of pink flesh
that rests within it's own prison.
Our own prison.
And this self, this prison,
it will rot and decay and our
sense of being will be no more
than the dust lining the skin of the universe.
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Raindrop Thoughts
PoetryRain is the way the earth cleans herself of the sins committed upon her flesh. ~~~ My third poetry collection. When The Blood Ran Black was my first one, Let Me Show You The Night is my second one, and this is the third installment. I know, I know...
