so this is it
jumped ship
or whatever it's being called
these days
I feel myself
falling
Alice like
into a murkier space
than before
where the silence
gnaws at my brain
splinter of a twinkle
heavens above
quite obvious
what's happening
ignorance that flares up
like a blanket of acne
an excuse that drips
quick from the fingers
your game is peeling
from every corner
and rolling the dice
ain't as easy
as I found it
when you spoke
with an actual voice
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 6:43 PM UTC
so this is it
jumped ship
or whatever it's being called
these days
I feel myself
falling
Alice like
into a murkier space
than before
where the silence
gnaws at my brain
splinter of a twinkle
heavens above
quite obvious
what's happening
ignorance that flares up
like a blanket of acne
an excuse that drips
quick from the fingers
your game is peeling
from every corner
and rolling the dice
ain't as easy
as I found it
when you spoke
with an actual voice
Written: November 2017.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.
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