inside of me a storm rages
inside of me an old man has a stroke
inside the fire blazes
fresh bricks of burning coal
there is emptiness in me
and it fills me up
so much so
i drown everyday
drinking up a cup
of nothing but the old
made of memories
mostly bad, but some good
adding to them each day
naught but rotting wood
and your family
termites
and your friends
pests
and your lover
a lumberer
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 9:17 AM UTC
inside of me a storm rages
inside of me an old man has a stroke
inside the fire blazes
fresh bricks of burning coal
there is emptiness in me
and it fills me up
so much so
i drown everyday
drinking up a cup
of nothing but the old
made of memories
mostly bad, but some good
adding to them each day
naught but rotting wood
and your family
termites
and your friends
pests
and your lover
a lumberer