Sunset
Thunders growling...
I kept losing myself
In what I thought was love...
Spoken in barely a whisper
The walls began to crumble...
I stare into the silence
While I contemplate what I've feared...
Let me fly
Amongst my birds...
There seems to be something odd,
A twitch of a branch, and indentation in the sod...
I’m distantly absorbed,
commuting...
One morning
you wake up...
My thoughts
are sharp like...
Resist it.
Market coercion...
Blind slime abrasion.
Your unwelcome fruiting bodies...
Crashing through the gates of the mind...