Sleeping Underneath The Cloud – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

a sound not my own,

a bath filled with sick,

pillows made of empty lies,

a window,

a ledge,

this is it,

plagued downward,

haggard saw,

revel the truth,

in my mirror board,

a yes for a no,

know that is now,

words that make no difference,

for the end is how,

pox ridden laurels,

guilt over salt,

the shoulder we throw it,

removable lies,


a tomorrow less significant,

a today,

a no more,

no fault…

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