Turbulent words wandering eons of binding
Confined to century times and dead rhymes
Modernized minds oppressed by the depressed
I breathe in his fragmented thought vessels
Dust cuffs my lungs, constricting hum
Singed with dried prose, fumbling thumbs
Convoluted and cramped, whole rigmarole
Innuendos flow, leaking through pages
Enraged and graded with bleak cheek
Redundant, ancient anti-emotion
A dust bowl over grey pages
Subtle ground in drought, bound
No comments:
Post a Comment