(no subject)
In my despair i grew a resolve
to lock in my will, unlock my voice
But like sickened cells that multiply
spreading scars in all directions
The bile, it boils and how it overflows
to over-run reasons
exhausts those in its path
before reaching a cooler depth
where in smothered form returns to despair
silent and wondering
where the wound begins and ends
*written on request, for kenneth who finds delight in nice prose and mortal struggles/dramas
to lock in my will, unlock my voice
But like sickened cells that multiply
spreading scars in all directions
The bile, it boils and how it overflows
to over-run reasons
exhausts those in its path
before reaching a cooler depth
where in smothered form returns to despair
silent and wondering
where the wound begins and ends
*written on request, for kenneth who finds delight in nice prose and mortal struggles/dramas