Posted on March 4, 2016
in retrospect I suspect (i) ≈ to a misery
I do not know what to do at times
my heart aches it’s crumpy noise
my head aches for the velocity it hits
tilted into a vacuum of foam, debris, flotsam ± H2O
≈ drowning from non-recreation…—
Category: Daily Life, poetry, Writing, Writing, WritingsTags: Allah Almighty, help, hurt, life perspectives, misery, pain, philosophical. imagery, poetry, Psychological, thoughts, verse, words, Writing
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