trent-kutchara - Hello Poetry

trent-kutchara

I am naught but human.

spread cognitive hiding dissonance plague air breaking thoughts scouring stalked surrounded shield images slinking global splitting scourging cries intervals spiders skin web stifle clueless hunting blurring circle coalescing real ocean lumbering fall mob bringing hall dreams droning fleas spikes lost swirling night coming ears stalling restless infecting tepid deaf dead waking irritation apologies acid phases poke opened sprawled axes ends full crawling herd unenthusiastic unheeded buzzing festering fit leaving hearses headless retreating warnings defeat surely biting floodgates feelings feet suspended singing skeletons unhappiness poem caught fast fiction anger slowly dissipate memory horses eyes fleeting form carrying mosquitoes intestines carried hopping hour imagination sucks bitterness lurching animated wandering bearing binding stinging draculas fanciful bones keep anguish sport open floor wound reality dining pain oppressive sickness lucid keeps spot drag fell spitting waves torches armed bloating trudge dancing disease face beds mass time swarming pitchforks left