Poetry

Wanderer

A Poem — Part IV

It’s not enough to hear the thoughts in my head spinning infinitely bouncing off everything I see, as I lay in bed I close my eyes, fight asleep, but I’m not dead as I dream, the thoughts filter through hard heart arteries, digs into the grave of my soul, livening the thoughts that I hold, they won’t go away, it’s a cut deeper than the existence of a sleeper it’s all bottled up and the tongue remains still, furious and unsung the pressure builds up, shake jerk push pull the lever and release the inner being of demon it’s all too much when the heart consumes all the pain — the doom can’t be swept over a pillow in a lonely bedroom tomb it needs to go — this gloom it’s not enough to hear the thoughts in my head they need to be said.

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Gratitude

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