XYZA
My head is a bowl of whirling thoughts
My mind,a rugged sea of jagged waves and shattered dreams
A caricature of a fulfilled life
Cartoonish belief in hope
The earth is my oyster and my grave
The paradox of a tortured soul
Spat on as I stagger,drunk of the blood of my repeated failures
Cursed to wander the earth in blood and ashes
Torn out of my chest
My bloody,thumping heart
Copyright © Raki Lyon | Year Posted 2024
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