Rooted to the spot, yet my muse
lost in the haze,
Attempting to bleed words,
trapped in this maze.
A distant faint scratch of sound,
vintage radio's call?
I stare into blankness, trapped in
a catatonic thrall.
A calamity unfolds, my heart wilts
in heavy despair,
Engulfed in an inferno, my inspiration
stripped bare.
YOU ARE READING
Catastrophe
PoetrySolace and peace those words unknown to me, Chaos in my existence thoughts and mind, I portray them through my words, On the brink of losing myself, Held by a thread with sanity, I am falling toward this Catastrophe...! ¤ I have blended the amalgama...
