You feel it slowly at first
The singeing of sanguine-pumped pain
Piercing the remnants of a drained soul
Spreading through those past-haunted veins
You grasp & claw for something, anything
Maybe it’s hope, or just some fresh air
Something to save you from the agony
But still you drown in the depths of despair
....
Living in a maze of contemplation
All these things that I've become
This web of karma
I've weaved completely
Every which way my spiders run
Perhaps a pill or
Some sort of medication
Could help me find my poetic way
Yet I could never give in
To an indication
That I've nothing left to say
.....
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 9:45 AM UTC
You feel it slowly at first
The singeing of sanguine-pumped pain
Piercing the remnants of a drained soul
Spreading through those past-haunted veins
You grasp & claw for something, anything
Maybe it’s hope, or just some fresh air
Something to save you from the agony
But still you drown in the depths of despair
....
Living in a maze of contemplation
All these things that I've become
This web of karma
I've weaved completely
Every which way my spiders run
Perhaps a pill or
Some sort of medication
Could help me find my poetic way
Yet I could never give in
To an indication
That I've nothing left to say
.....
A collaboration with the kindhearted Satita!!!
Traveler Tim
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