i never knew why he was there
he just sat there at the back of my
mind-
playing his flute,
sharp notes vibrating through my
thoughts,
slices of music ravaging my
dreams,
penetrating the beautiful mirages
soiling them with dirt.
i never knew him
but he was always there,
dancing at the back of my mind,
slowly murdering the life in my
words,
in my voice,
in my thoughts.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Cognizant | ✔️
Poesiacognizant /ˈkɒ(ɡ)nɪz(ə)nt/ cognizance is a gift to behold. wherein oneself should hold the power to understand- through the ability to reach between black and white, a n d throw the grey's to the sky, pa...
