Promised promiscuity by a generation in mutiny
Propel a rebel to repel whilst minds sink in gel
A hardening concoction bringing wells or dry spells
How deeply mourn those who cant climb out
or those filled with hatred for their drought
Non sense the greater unconscious
find me answers not a broken promise
only allegorical to the algorithms we're hostage
yet I answer in fate; free me from bondage
I sink and freeze for I'm down on my knees
deeply eternal my internal gaze
Finding pincushions in each waking phrase
I just wish shelter from this tall blinding grass
I stumble on asphalt as a tumbling mass
Headlights adorn me
Can a instant of eye contact make you free
This blistering anticipation to freeze
Frozen infront I see my own back
Flattened in an instant
opposites attract
About the Creator
Burnout
Visceral Pop Surrealist
Exploited-narrative
/ikˈsploit/ed-/ˈnerədiv/ A short three-part anthology where the reader's view is challenged, through multiple angles. Sacrificing lucidity to convey themes and meaning; in a variety of settings.
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