Poetry For Strangers

crushed

under the weight

of…

Shore up my grief

Mine it for strength

But the power depletes with forget

And death continues ceaselessless

More meaningless, confusing and far out.

Emboldened knowledge

And the ink seers into the skin

Creating prey for sizing up and so inclandestine

Dulcet tone q gravel breakdown and a floret of forgiving love, and the voice muted in a power to awestruck and provide only stumbles and choking whispers

We are doom, in illusions of pastimes or death worsening while we live. I couldn’t give up life for the fear of afterlife. Enjoy it, peacefully horribly destructively

but i want to squish them

only friends that have ghosted.

a ceiling of absence

of light. left reflecting our night

of the living. and threads of wispy

my heart feels like a stone

solar

accidental