I have nothing to say.
Mind empty. A long draught of shadow in a creep of formless days.
Boundaries blurred, the heart
splutters; choked and mad-haunted worry-the
emblematic craze. We count the misery in hardened entrails,
and hap-hazarding lost ways. Is
this my loss of faith? the end of good paths and correct ways?. I feel nothing. I see no one. I
bleed into an early grave. Days hounded by the dragnets cold
pourings - her off shore colonies with their extended pulls and
entries; a languid occupier
that just won't leave. My other
self, compromised. Soul..Thwarted broke history. She has
crossed into me. Some where. MB.
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