age of drought

 wrote a new poem... 
Spat it out as i was reading rimbaud n got inspiredddddddd

nice bc havent felt like ive written anything good in a while, w poems feel like everything i write is the same..

Has nice cadence, 

also has some sort of descending structure that i like..

Age of Drought

I am sick and I am bitter
With out of reach actions
Dispersing fogs of being better
Displayed in chrome cut glitter

Like potential, I am wasted
Like late sunsets, I am hasty
Opportunity castrated
Settling ashed bridges
of wishes wastelanded

Directly an arrow shot me,
Got me, exactly.
Bound to blood
Soul struck
such luck
Combined indefinitely.

I am the same, I am criminal
The same as any sinner
Beated like a heart
Like a shop its shut
locked in all its spite and misery

Teeth faded
Mirror wilted
Palm shut to possibility.
Value is sewn,
Hope is shot at dawn

Change is moved in a new gear
and rigid and dwelling
in the new spirit of fire,
You bow down to the King.