Destruction

for i am but a dry desert, hungry for rainfall in august- renown for what i am not, steering away from naked noise is what i wish to be doing locked away with a key not able to twist nor turn- for redemption i yearn… a slow d r i p into an abyss of fear never comprehending my DESTRUCTION so, i leave not knowing which kismet is becoming; what fate do i wear wishing my weary woe away- all the hope has diminished and my anguish, numbing, for i have been bound to this chafing life of... disarray October 22, 2018