The thorns wrap ’round my neck with silent might,
Their crimson touch a truth I cannot feign;
Cold waves rise up and cage my fading light,
A tempest stirring deep inside my pain.
Exhaustion wears my fingers to the bone,
I watch them fall like hours I can’t reclaim;
In quiet ruins, I lie all alone,
My body aging faster than my name.
A father sneers, a mother breaks in cries,
While others turn from all they think I lack;
They leave me drowning under quiet skies,
Still praying for a breath to pull me back.
Yet here I stay—beneath the storm I dread—
Still fighting off the weight inside my head.
I am a forgotten home
where people fall through slats in
floors wooden, scarred by pulled
furniture. Footprints lost under dust.
I am a derelict building
where industry once flourished.
Fires raged and pallets stacked.
Assembly lines ran in humming circles
eternal now form static loops lost
without worker. Ghost metal halos.
I am a garden overgrown
with crisscrossing blades and
thorns cursing from shadowed trenches.
Mud slops over once shining
pathways like greasy suds spilling from
sink, scrubbing at stains immortal.
I am a hollow man,
a hurt man.
I am a man devoid.
An airless body.
Phantoms roam the night with ease,
Their haunting presence makes us freeze.
With silent steps and ghostly grace,
They glide and float through time and space.
Their wispy forms and eerie glow,
Send shivers down our spines, you know.
But fear not, for there's a guide,
A psychopomp to be your side.
A jolly ghost with a wicked grin,
He'll take you safely through the din.
So don't be scared of phantoms here,
With our friend, there's nothing to fear.
Do not come into my head cause I do not have time
to think of anything else than you
never think
I do not come to your head cause I do not have time
to think if you have anything in there
apart from me
25th of April
Rambling and run on grammar and have they yet wrote poetry accepted and appreciated when needed liken to saying do as I say not as I do yet I got F for frequency not an aye and, or, but, yet, for, nor, and so I will use all in a row to show it seems to me to be a rhyme scheme against me but I am not scared no not a bit your who do's and what not's I will the enjamber be if you will from start too when this rhyme quits
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Engorging enthusiastically
Enrico enraptured
engulfs enchiladas
entirely
enshrouding
enteritis
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