My chemicals are as faulty as
bloodletting, or the wiring of a firefly,
Saharan-monologue as far flung as the Universe,
inadequate as Earth, a spinning apple core on a blanket,
I chase You after a failed fluoxetine trip, the numbers
93, 43 imprinted on my head like the Antichrist’s mark
whilst my heart screams,
Holy Trinity.
I chase You, the needle on my compass
dancing, as I used to do before chemicals
betrayed me.
Now, I rock back and forth, as I
catch flies and falling stars to the rhythm of these syllables-
Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani
Please tell me what you think
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What a great poem I like it a lot keep it up.
Amber
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thank ya muchly for the comment! i woulda been commentin on your stuff but summer tends to fry my brain and makes me forget things so ya...thanks again!!
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