Eyes dart across the red carpet, bullseye
The blinding lights one might get fooled by
Keep your focus straight ahead, linear
Five lifespans flying by while I've been sitting here
Stimuli gets injected in my eyelids just like torture
Ironic like my sentences, they're served in short-term
So many faces left traces unacquainted
Blotches on your conscious that never made it
Droplets submerged in rivers, hypothermic shivers
Cursed the ridges that deterred, so I burned the bridges
Fly free like the company I privatize when I feel burdened with it
Never prioritize my prior ties then return for further mischief
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Free Verse Poetry: A Wayfarer's Train Of Thoughts
PoetryA collection of free verse poems to read at your leisure. Subject matter and overall mood varies heavily based on my source of inspiration. I'll add new ones whenever I feel compelled to write them. I hope you find something that resonates with you.
