@lostIntention — #poetry
take bread: spread honey, toast it, butter it, repeat, repeat. ‘this is fuck!’ .
your presence with me an imprinted, faded dream i will always keep .
eyes blur, closing shut in the darkness, all i see an unmarked ceiling .
weighed down by absence dragging forever behind this corpse i call ‘me’ .
the scent of coffee bread crunching between my teeth sunlight peeking in .
a dripping faucet in the darkness of the drain an endless abyss .
time passes me by helpless, i try to grab hold fingers pass through air .
eyes droop, my hands shake to sleep: i must close my eyes a nightmare made real .
wiping sweat off skin dirt smears and clings to my face my hands are washed clean .
birds by my window in the morning light they sing greeting a new day .
fat, thin, average bodies appreciated loved no matter what .
a night stretching on a loose thread growing thinner dreading the sun's rise .
humanity cloned the same, over and over your life: precious still .
a narrow doorway knock: a request to open there is no answer .
smell wafts up the stairs 'its time to eat,' a voice calls the memory fades .