❦→[inverted cage ; intro]
the colour of the sky,
is cold wind hitting your flesh on a last goodbye
in chained feet and broken hands,
how long can you suffer and stand?
it's always 5am here,
time dressed frozen in fog glares
the bliss of a illpotent omniscience mind,
is a curse when you have tunnels to find
the grass is tinted shades of faces at funerals,
warm — if only from the fire underneath a fatal run
follow the trail,
of luminos waters
left there by the local frails
do you finally see a home?
with who seemes to be a human,
in clear net gowns of rome
glass cages to contain lab rats —always resemble dew lands
people come by,
sometimes even stay — and pray for the cell to fall
but nothing works when the animal seeking freedom lies,
daymares say it got used to the act of standing tall
in the poison weeds,
which were once shiny circular seeds
sometimes what you sow, you simply cannot reap
there are free faeries twirling around,
in a neighboring cabin
they hear the whimpering sounds,
and keep this castle from fallin' down
they soothe the open wounds,
but temporary medicines make you roll and swoon
as soon
as the devastating trains come through.
YOU ARE READING
| 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...
