The delusion of my abstraction
Hollow sound
Knock on wood
I am lost and found
I have a headache
In the left side of my head
A dull ache
And I am bereft of all I have claimed to have said
Murder
Murder me
I cannot weep
Like I think
I wilt and brown
And the sun shines down
Burying me in the light
Suffocating
All I knew
Was wrong.
Comments