Trenches
vast night.
i was lost again in a nightmare
inside myself,
the most threatening of places.
but I haven't been there before, I asked.
I mean,
what the hell am I still doing here,
sitting in the company of anguish,
drinking alcohol from the synapses
at the table of the mind,
whispering secrets in my trenches,
while the bullets of the world,
this enemy so absurdly real,
comb my hair?
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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