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M Jul 2019
I often ponder thoughtlessly
How I ought to be
Living flawlessly
But I can’t be free
Because honestly
I am lost.

I often wake restlessly
With thoughts wrestling
In my head maybe
The anxiety
That captures me
And I am lost.

I see your arrogance
Is rare in its
Lack of elegance
And he who admits
That he who is
Maybe never was.

I see the consequence
Of my ignorance
Causes hypocrites
from counterfeits
I have no sense
Of who I was.

I am found
I am confound
ed not by life
But by death
Not by pain
But by breath

I am original
I am aboriginal
Not to land
But to mind
Not to you
But to me.
M Jul 2019
Oh, pour me a glass of liquid night
To soothe my aching soul.
The syrupy salve slips down my throat
And sates each gaping hole.
I steel for the silv’ry, viscous ink
To seep into my toes.
While veins embrace the anesthesia,
Neurons decompose.

Stars like freckles scatter across
My ebony skin of sky.
A moonbeat echoes in my ears
My eyes are Gemini.
A sketching of the cosmos is
Tattooed upon my skin,
Meandering down some unknown stream
To soak my bones within.

Are these My thoughts I start to hear
Resounding in my brain?
Nibbling at my consciousness
‘Til only they remain?
Is this My body I’m trapped inside,
This cell of endless night?
The numbness in this head and corpse
Have stripped my eyes of sight.

Now that I have depleted you,
I have no sense of time.
It has no meaning anymore;
A shift in paradigm.
This remedy once brought happiness,
But now brings only malice.
I thought I had struck gold with this
Aurora Borealis

Oh, pour me a glass of liquid night
To drug my sleepy mind.
Addicted to this *****
Fulfillment I can’t find.
Comet tears shower down my face;
A meteor filled sky.
The galaxy is unyielding
And now, so am I.

— The End —