Purple haze!
Mind in a maze,
Smoke calls from the firmament,
The reaper on the hunt,
Now y'all on the pant,
Anchored till infinity,
Asunder is not your entity,
You call such things;
Things we do for life,
Sucked in this cocoon,
These estuaries unfathomable,
No means to an end,
Self accord unseen,
Blinded within a void,
A void filled with past antecedents,
Infused with grief,
Cascades of hysteria;
not even such, blissfully fill us,
Surreal as it is,
What is it to be human?
YOU ARE READING
THE BOY ON THE BRIDGE.
PoetryThe weakest ink harbors the strongest minds. A collection of thoughts that will blow your mind. Some emotions laced herein are quirky, any similarity to real characters is just a mere coincidence*
