Hitting a wall arrives more out of laziness than anything else. Right? Writing every day should happen, even with a few words, a few sentences being put to paper. Different stories require different states of mind. Or so I've led myself to believe.
Sometimes scorching thoughts burn through the brain cells, leaving embers floating along the path of once working synapses.
Stall.
So I free write. Devising something new. Or so I'd like to believe.
A chance
before the world spins out of control.
Carrying towards zero
desiring to win.
Executing with every ounce
finally settling in with zeal.
Guarding life with limitless energy.
Having to settle for a lost wish
inserted via a narrow sleeve
Joking still
keeps me at the forefront of deep.
Little by little I zoom
maybe into the place of misguided care
Never have (rarely) given a peep
or maybe it's just a lull
pleading inside for something more.
Quiet leads to coda
rarity leaves behind vapors
searing the last traces of love.
Time
Under a bloody moon
veers gently around the bend.
Waxing and waning without room
Xenoliths protruding at any angle.
Yearning
zero.
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