****, coffee burns my tongue

Bitterness turns into flavorless

And through every winced sip

An aging gypsy, with long chin

Hair a twirling, gazes into my soul

Seeking the labyrinths, invading

Yet understanding the vulnerability

Which strikes me numb, in crowds

In moments of rejection, of failure

Which cause my heart to go a racing

My mind a pacing, and my own critique

1 star out of ten, try again next time

Keep a working, forward a moving

Keep a sipping that cup a joe

Listening to strange gypsies

Foretell destinies a-coming

Looking for providence
In the areas of hellfire and ash
Strung along four walls
For my humanity is up for grabs
Where my insanity seems to land
For I am hellishly filled with self doubts
And these words aren’t necessarily poetry
Just mere poetic venom
Seeping to the core desires of my whims
Amongst the rolling hills of sin
With sea salt licked sympathies on the rise

We ran out of pencils
which didn't bother us much
'till we discovered that
we ran out of words and letters
as well and

in the lack of words
there was nothing to ration
sheer terror and confusion
and those leaked out of storage
foaming, flooding, roaring
draining all other emotions and

thus the hunger settled in
oozing through the cracks
clinging to the walls
suckling like an orphaned boy
until, when nothing's left
consumed itself to null and

we were left with the absence
who's already small amounts
swelled, and inflated
filling our entire volume
entrapping the echos of memory
then, naturally,
diffused to the outside and

we were left
deprived of selves
only the void within preventing us
from bursting towards the void outside
we float
in no distinct direction
and on occasion bump
into each other's shell
a tap deprived of sound
unable to disturb
eternal peace

.
Far and away,
above and beyond,
a lonely girl sings to herself in the dark.

Far and away,
above and beyond,
she is answered only by a black dogs bark.


© Pagan Paul (20/07/18)