take me to tokyo where the lights may blind me
I am smoking in bed and reading an article about
The human soul weighing the same as a cigarette
While my daily allowance of untapped clamor
Forms snow like crusts on the eggshell sheets
How do people keep it together in this world
When only sleep winds back the ball of yarn
That unravels slowly throughout the day
A wet thread of fatigue that snakes through my house
There are sounds that only occur in silence
A childs tears drying on shellshocked cheeks
The days sneak under the sun, over the moon
People knock on my door and tell me about jesus
How he died for my sins and is waiting for me
He must have died a thousand times
For what I did to you
Curly hair matted with sweat
Discord on the radio
Travis Brow
Wed 30th Nov 2016 06:59
This is brilliant Stu; forgive the pseudo bollocks, but there's a psychic weight to it that's palpable. My only issue is the last two lines; either more is required to round it out, or it could lose the last line. Quality writing nonetheless.
Travis.