Oblivion

Broken pen
your ink is no longer running
I write with my eyes and lips instead
but soon I can’t stop them
the drifting thoughts and the pulls
This head is no longer care
this body can no longer hold it together
clueless as to what next
hitting the hay is where the mind goes
and drown drown
drunk by the dancing of rain
so bouncing down the steps I go
to the land of peaceful
oblivion

 

This piece was never posted before as well, but originally written in November 2014.

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