Jun 2017
I don't remember
Having an answer
For this buried
Putrid in me
Grey that I feel
I don't believe
In what's special
About me my
Melancholic attention to
All I disagree
Exists, furrowed relationships
Between cells in
My mind, exist
If I move
Towards what I'm
Afraid of, I
Can forget it's
My guiding star
And smell flowers
And talk conversations
But all I
Work for is
Still hopeless. Word.
Having an answer
For this buried
Putrid in me
Grey that I feel
I don't believe
In what's special
About me my
Melancholic attention to
All I disagree
Exists, furrowed relationships
Between cells in
My mind, exist
If I move
Towards what I'm
Afraid of, I
Can forget it's
My guiding star
And smell flowers
And talk conversations
But all I
Work for is
Still hopeless. Word.
That last word isn't meant to be like a cool way of finishing sentences, it's there to express the abandon of formal structures due to despair. Have a nice day :)
