
When they break in and through
piercing into the insides of you
insistent voices that break a chatter
shadows recede into their own black matter
entertaining Satan in psychedelic colors
ultramarine blue alternates with yellow dirty squalor
pacing breaths blurring moments together
eyeball to eyeball, on a tight tether
hours rip through asphalt walls
speech clusters into a slow drawl
pounding dreams to a maze of doubt
pills and potions lay scattered around
festering inside a cranium shell
a splitting of the face I can fortell
piercing stars give way to a dark moon
clustering synapses pierce like a harpoon
writing Day 25 in the despairing dark
may just be a failure before it even starts
warning is to be prepared for a hearst
a migraine will devour any poetic bursts
NaPoWriMo 2018
warning to self
This SO fits my mood right now!
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Ha! Glad you related to it
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I don’t wish these days upon anyone, yet it’s nice to know I’m not the only one!
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So thank you for writing and sharing!
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Yes be well!
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Full of angst and expression! Enjoyed this!
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So kind of you! ☺️thanks
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