SOMETIMES ALL I WANT TO DO IS SCREAM
Thoughts of the passing days,Keep whirling in my head.
Like a tiny spider,
Spinning out it's web.
To late to sleep,
To early to wake up.
Dawn's early light,
Lays hidden in the
middle of the night.
There seems to be an eclipse,
Of my heart and soul.
Darkness moving in,
Drawing me tighter within.
My mantra is kicking,
My dogma to death.
No wonder inside,
There's nothing left.
Who will pay the ferryman;
Not I, Nothing left, In a jam.
leftovers from others life,
Worm ridden moth eaten
Bed ridden dirty old man.
Trying to survive a bath,
In a tsunami of thoughts.
Leaking from my mind,
Unable even to unwind.
In the waning of my life;
In the darkest corners,
Of a cobwebbed mind.
I begin to scream,
As though I'm in a dream.
Then again what do you
Expect, After all it is
Halloween.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-10-28 at 14:04
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