Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Arbitrary Archery(reprise)

The thought of you consumes me like fire engulfing a drought stricken field.
Memories burned into my brain,
Replayed sleepless night after sleepless night.
Deprevation has taken its toll,
Now i lust for air.
Lungs filled with debris,
Choking on spirits aloft in a sea of clouds.
Struck down by sightings,
Disease riddled mind.
Devoured while waging wars with myself.
Normalcy is my fall from grace.
Defeat would be devine,
Casting white flags above our heads.
Deviant plans yield no remorse,
Hang them high above your head and gasp for breath now.

2 Comments:

Blogger steve j said...

You're a rock star in another dimension.

March 22, 2024 at 9:53 AM  
Blogger steve j said...

How does it feel to be 38?
I'm approaching 70. Don't blink, you'll miss it.

March 22, 2024 at 9:55 AM  

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