the sense of it all
essential simplicity
and incompleteness
Nature is struggling to survive
and feed us
as we laze back and thrive
with bulging eyes
and shrinking brains
and bellies full of shit
we can't even digest
and the room is filled
with things, I really need
as I sit at my table, and feed
When did my life become so dull
Gone from party girl
To one no one longer invites
Each day blends into the next
No reprieve
Living minus the fun
Like reading a book
And all the pages say the same
Flicking through
Praying to see different
A shaded light splays
Dark ray’s lye down
On splattered feathers
A cold mossy green branch
Wet with red raw claws
Atoning for his fatal flaw
Disguised in her jungle black
He mistake’s his lovers call
The dive steep, the caw
The switchblade feet, the fall
His mate, her fate raped
His reddest regret of all
My spirit is not at peace
Searching and never finding
Happiness eludes me
Wandering and forever lost
Why don’t I fit in anywhere
Feels like no one understands me
What is it my spirit is looking for
I ask for answers
All I get is complete silence
Tormented spirit
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