#lacking

burnt tongues
harvested from
prairies of the mind
lick envelopes
lacking content

an unapologetic growling gut
holds nothing
but a trace of a feeling
which can easily be mistaken
for a vocalized goosebump

lacking

the remains of the night
loiter on the freshly washed
morning streets

shivering sunrays pierce
through the asphalt’s cornea
like scythes
through wheat

possessed yet unencumbered
my sense of defeat
it pushes through
the texture of the world
made of cotton candy
and disembodied hope
a drop of caress
a sea of deceit

breathing in and out
an endless sigh
forever lacking

composing
new age nursery rhymes
to end it all
i coalesce

a heart is loudest
when it mourns
it’s always darkest
before dawn