Today is a malaise from hopes and dreams
I come and write a series of Ennui:
Freud, chemistry, and Headrush
Maman opened the gates to Outworld
Soundwaves flowing outward after my ears
Bass and treble lose its wry intension
Dry leaves fall; dry floors do not
I am bereft; I am wet
I am cold; I am warm
I am sick; I am not
Cry, Maman, weep the tree of gold
Poppy will give us bread otherwise
I will desist the waves from resounding…
till the room be as quiet as Solitude.
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Wow! Your vocabulary is intense! Ennui! Malaise! Even in “I am” corrode?! I like the I Am poem the best. Intense content here.
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