❦→[street signs]
i no longer feel,
or breathe
a soul that is caged,
could never be freed
my signed deals — with the devil
for the amorphous sage, in me
once was painted in bright teal,
they now scream within the black seals
unfocused on the alternatives,
disorders that make me depreciative
fragmented, was in fact once demonstrative
as i kill my sleep,
to wake something inside
a bird obliged to peace-seek
who held you hostage at the beach side?
you know who
but to accept or not, is for you to decide
at the beach a vacant boat resides,
i reach out to it — but the boat had a hole,
silent suicide
only holding on to
the power of my mind,
reaching invisible sea guides — a DEAD END street sign
street signs proving — someone's been here before
red dirt of the surface removing,
without a vehicle to deport
"lord i no longer believe"
any of the fictious signs you leave,
the street ones, 'least they're real,
calls of an everlasting fear
stranded at the beach,
with no one here
i'm well aware,
my detriment,
my end is near.
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| musings harmonizing
Poetryhi! <3 this is a collection of my self written poems/songs over the years. lowercase intended. possible triggers - i have introductory poems in the begging to showcase my writing style, with one old and one new poem. - most of this is imaginative...
