Restless
The murky soot beneath my feet
fiercely engulfs me,
swallowing and drowning
pointed thought- waves from behind,
slaying my innards, reaching for freedom.
And I feel something invading my mind,
a lesion, a current, a vicious dream,
this bacteria from a soul quite ill
spreading over me--
it’s flowing through my veins,
enslaving my quests,
placing a plug to hide my tempest,
and once again, I am a tightrope, a shrill.
I feel the earth turning beneath my feet,
slowly, slowly spinning
while my nails ransack the night.
Dark Contest. Nathan D
Copyright © Lyva Marty | Year Posted 2015
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