eyes almost
touch
the paper burns
the skin when
touched
moved to
another emotion
rising to be
heard
sometimes you
have to yell
and no one will
hear anyhow
much will be
lost
with no
direction
spinning until
dizziness
becomes a
balancing point
in any
direction
written to
document
real history
not merely his story
around the
clock a couple times
not waiting why
would anyone
distant word or
two come crashing
with no real
destination
severe
concentration
burning down
deep inside
a wounded beast
it appears
pushing them
all away from the fire
the barren
field of thought rising
lost before
they manifest
whatever point
was intended to be
witnesses kept
silent
and far from
the site
damaged over
time
and changes
have been made
the memory will
return
haunting a mind
that plays
a game in order
to survive
someone must be
hanging on a word
too many
thoughts
nothing waits for
no one
might be a storm
filling the air
with severe
confusion
impending doom
no one is safe
under the blanket
called reality
nonsense pitching
tents for the troops
arriving before
sun rise
fight if you
like but it will do no good
everyone is
doomed
inferno sky
flashing
signals to
those
aware of the
constant change
the sound
drowns
all the water
floods the streets
rivers pushing
the oceans
take on more
than they can handle
just out of
reach
fall beneath
all the walls
as they crumble
originally
thinking
to fail on
purpose
just to show
something
can be done
correctly…
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