Restore me,
those words are stones
dropped into a lake of voices.
Rippling,
The loudest of them,
repeat ad nauseam.
In this nexus,
i am the oppressed.
Jackals swim concatenating the worst of thoughts,
plotting tomorrow’s coup d'é tat.
My proclivity, to take the wheel
Invariably pulls me under.
Here in this place I am greased like Atlas
Punished to become the choices I’ve made
And for that I’m grateful.
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC
Restore me,
those words are stones
dropped into a lake of voices.
Rippling,
The loudest of them,
repeat ad nauseam.
In this nexus,
i am the oppressed.
Jackals swim concatenating the worst of thoughts,
plotting tomorrow’s coup d'é tat.
My proclivity, to take the wheel
Invariably pulls me under.
Here in this place I am greased like Atlas
Punished to become the choices I’ve made
And for that I’m grateful.
