Frustrated
Crawling to violence
Like spiders
Spiralling in lineless remembrance
Bored roaming
Foaming at the ears
Wallowing in unconscious rot
And unrequited fears
Silent is confusion
Loudly blankly staring
Disappearing into unfulfillment
Nothing is coming
Lucid dreaming of liquid strangers
Faces bearing familiarities that I can’t identify
Geometrically shaped heartache
Sounds rising and falling in numbers
Climbing a nurturing noose
Back to you
Watch me fall in undetectable patterns
Of chemicals and atoms
I exist best in your head
My ego
And your id
Hands ringing like telephones
Calling out in the shakiest way possible
The first twelve am and the last midnight
Trying to fix my head
But that’s not where it hurts
Back to the nurturing noose
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They All Cry For You
PoetryAn ever expanding poetry book. Chock full of sad poetry and love poetry.
