Off my rocker
In the imagery of shackles
How absurd
The venom of innocence
Tight fists
Clenched lips
Clipped tones
A litany of damns
Anger at the cosmos
At blurry lines of destiny
That rule so mercilessly
Karmic punishment
For riles of a life past
The dues are paid
Unwrinkle my brow
No more ransom
With each exhaled breath
Damn precognition
Hold of invisible threads
The waiting dots, darkens my soul
Countdown to a wretched deliverance
9 years ago
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