Ennui on and off in waves,
Mind ponders dark paths to graves:
"Forsaken by men and God -
Foreigner I, just a fraud!"
I'm adrift upon this sea,
Empty space all before me...
As I feed the pity trips,
I lose sight of culture's scripts!
Still, I feed, pulling these words,
Pecking at keyboards, like birds...
And my soul becomes shattered,
As hope gets beat and battered.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment