Husks walking all around gallantly
blind to the truth, traveling silently.
Here I am trudging along longingly,
looking for a glint, a shine, a spark.
Passing through the darkness lightly,
my breath held in my throat tightly.
My rigid figure steps so awkwardly
looking for an exit, an opening.
Toxic clouds are filling the skies,
following behind till everyone dies.
The fog so dense you can't hear the cries,
through the mist I see piercing rays.
I find hope within myself,
into my spirit I will delve.
I'm the only one that can nurse me back to health,
I won't find answers anywhere else.
Please beam me up to space,
I wanna leave without a trace.
I'm sick and tired of this chase,
I don't want to coast along til I'm swept away.
Travelling through space and time
I don't even know where I'm headed
I boarded this vessel with pure intent
but now I'm coasting along, let me go!
Spiraling into infinity
where the fuck is my mind anymore
I can't word my seem to articulate
I see many versions of me.
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Messages From the Void
PoetryA culmination of my poetry that I have carefully jumbled into a book, which is also available on amazon. Thank you and good day.
