I’m spent
I meant to dent the demon, be bent
cemented and blended,
discontented ventilation,
twisted mental patient
underwent reorientation,
Innervating
cerebral innovations
New Sensations
New Neural Narration
might be mutation or a
fixation on formation,
so Starved & Sedated
Stationed here yet
Still in fear of Stagnation
constant feelings for migration
circadian circulation
cause for celebration
dire dehydration &
wired donations to damnation
emulations of expiration,
tired of extorting explanations
for an intelligent infestation,
I’m a skeleton in civilization,
time for Meditation
in the Mountains.
~ If this poem frustrated you too, then it has done its job. Welcome to my Now. ~