Fever

Nothing in my cranium skull
Life taught me nothing
They are angry at me
I know
But could I care?
I don’t know

In my bed
With my thoughts
Pure dirt
I don’t want you to know
This knowledge is not power
But a bane

Crawl into sheets
With our fountain of youth
Stay
They don’t like us
Don’t care

Days
Weeks
Months
Years
In my bed
With my thoughts

 

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Journey

So worthless

So unfaithful

So idiotic

yet, it comes again

 

This feeling

that we feel

at every dawn

goes back

to hide at night

Always waiting for

next day

next victim

 

A simple mind

lying in bed

always feeling its affinity

 

Unknown

Cross Eyed

Lost Focus

On knees

Looking for a lost year

 

Forgot to remember

Something so close

like a nightmare

Looking for a lost week

 

Losing what

never was mine

looking for an intervention

by divine

Stepping into Future

without a rhythm or rhyme