lately
it's always been late
inside of the heads i explore
and their pitfalls quake
to collapse the threats of surgery.
the truth is that my eyes
have never even trusted me.
in the morning
burning photographs ensnare me
with a sedate hope
that trembles when the light draws near.
i could lie here all day
because of what remains behind
every door left closed.
and though none of my thoughts
have been purged pure
i'll stop trepanning my skull
in remembrance of what was clear:
my nerves will keep me united
when my dreams disappear
Author notes
it didn't turn out at all how i wanted
but hey, at least it turned out
Comments
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It sure did turn out lol why do some of us always think what we write just isnt what we want it seems fine to me it held my attention and I m getting more curious about more so It cant be that bad lol silly thoughts when people are sure to view and really love it.
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yes
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