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.