empty aching, waking
to cold feet and
grey blinds shadowing
the lusterless world outside.
deserted suburb, thoughts racing
minds fumbling, trying
to get past their persisting knots,
prying.
heavy headed, how can I not be? many conflictions, strange decisions
shadowing the small cracks
in lifes lens- I wander blindly.
silent world, technological hum fills the tense void. it is almost still
but if you listen close,
a quiet, violent noise.
a swarm of a thousand locusts; the moments before they cast themselves upon a city. we are are the waiting, herded to our daily lives- like dull, dusky sheep.
can you hear it? it is coming
change is in the air; do not hide- no, there is no use running.
for it will consume all of us inevitably.
crushed petals,
another budding rose,
smothered-
by our manifested reality.
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 10:24 AM UTC
empty aching, waking
to cold feet and
grey blinds shadowing
the lusterless world outside.
deserted suburb, thoughts racing
minds fumbling, trying
to get past their persisting knots,
prying.
heavy headed, how can I not be? many conflictions, strange decisions
shadowing the small cracks
in lifes lens- I wander blindly.
silent world, technological hum fills the tense void. it is almost still
but if you listen close,
a quiet, violent noise.
a swarm of a thousand locusts; the moments before they cast themselves upon a city. we are are the waiting, herded to our daily lives- like dull, dusky sheep.
can you hear it? it is coming
change is in the air; do not hide- no, there is no use running.
for it will consume all of us inevitably.
crushed petals,
another budding rose,
smothered-
by our manifested reality.
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