The lost temple of placidity
Of my soul - a weathered rose waiting for its suitor.
Chasing rabbit holes of my mind for comfort
Going mad within the black that is my stupor
“Let’s dive into a mind lost in a fragment
I augment reality; a farce far from escape.
Darkness aided by baited will, the soul stagnant
The black fades through my pores and regurgitates
With a force that pours disgrace…the sound reverberates.
It engulfs until it revolves around my dull radius
And the boredom screams at me while I suffocate
And no one relates it seems I’m just hard to locate
But I keep telling them I’m right here!! I’m just lost in place
Frost to face my stare is traced in a cold, unaware
From time to time my eyes get that forgetful glare
And I answer the remote while I change the channels on the phone
And sometimes spoons turn into knifes and i cut scoops
Off my skin I have the scars if you want some proof?”
(A click in the back ground)
Times up…we will discuss this next week.
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