My spark
was a frightful fall
a groovy decent,
into what some might call
pure madness.
A tidal glow
beyond the stream
of my own
******* mind.
A low blow
off my boat,
my sail,
I'm lost at sea.
Letting my lungs
dreadfully consume
it's whole,
humanities hole,
a never-ending crevice
steep and stark,
between my rights
and those who believe;
I don't deserve to be me.
Dec 24, 2025
Dec 24, 2025 at 10:33 AM UTC
My spark
was a frightful fall
a groovy decent,
into what some might call
pure madness.
A tidal glow
beyond the stream
of my own
******* mind.
A low blow
off my boat,
my sail,
I'm lost at sea.
Letting my lungs
dreadfully consume
it's whole,
humanities hole,
a never-ending crevice
steep and stark,
between my rights
and those who believe;
I don't deserve to be me.
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