Never have we seen a day as dismal as today,
shuddering rain of contempt,
on ours paths of concrete and subversion,
we soak in the mists of our mentors; delusionary stories,
traced with anthrax & disdain.
Traditions and séances
help us achieve Nirvana.
Tag: Dark
Chaotic Simplicity, Poetry by Kelly Rice
I struggle to put words into sentence
For my mind is full of emptiness
Words are familiar
But don’t define meaning
Until the sentence structure
Is so tight it is suffocating
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