Poem

Examining Silence

Alone after dark, Newspapers float in the parks. Smoke cigs to have a light, Tape keeps the neurons tight.

Silence repeats after itself.

Laughter rips the peace in half, Split tips examined in the bath. Friendships dissected like a frog, Regrets resurface in the bog.

I’m just here examining myself.

Listening to blues churning the mind into curd, Got me feeling like a bird, Or just a tit, God I’ve made such a mess of it.

Perpetually drowning in a fluid sense of self.

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