demons serenade
my heart into a deep sleep
No numbered lambs jump
Where am I going
pouring my soul in gallons
Achieving nothing
Gallons of heart-ache
Pouring into life's pitcher
Diluting substance
Brain is rewriting
pathways that makes up my thoughts
lost roads past detours
Drowning in old nouns
unable to see the verbs
outside of my box
Worlds within itself
To break through to another
existence next-door
The Art Comet is a poetry and literature blog by Anthony Souls. Read quotes, haiku, poetry, commentaries, and more!
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