Man can be pugilistic
With time ,with self
The clock that shouts
In the morning light
A cloud
Like a wet soggy blanket
It's relentless pursuit to cover my head
This day will rejuvenate with swollen intent
Cobwebs a mere obstacle
Callous hands caress, alleviate
The roots of adolescence
A perpetual child is my fate
Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 7:09 PM UTC
Man can be pugilistic
With time ,with self
The clock that shouts
In the morning light
A cloud
Like a wet soggy blanket
It's relentless pursuit to cover my head
This day will rejuvenate with swollen intent
Cobwebs a mere obstacle
Callous hands caress, alleviate
The roots of adolescence
A perpetual child is my fate