My bloated thoughts
in my withered body
swimming
through the turbid emotions
unperturbed
unmoved
un-oscillating
dead and stale
lying motionless
in the stench of the old memories
I sit and sip time
my haggard face
and the crestfallen soul
carries those
inundated tales of pain
through the thin stale air in the room
carrying the silvery dust
through that sliver of sunshine
and the Brownian dance
which tangles in my thoughts and
titillate my senses
Till I choke
and purge
regurgitate
on my welting soul
and wait for
one more
day of
the silvery moonlight
to heal those
scars.
Good poem 👍 a soul to heal !
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Thanks so much for your comments.
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How wonderful is this. Thank you for this!
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Thanks Sarah so much for reading and appreciated.
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