Category: Poem

In confusion, where may lay;
an undeniable truth,
that vanquishes unholy, sinful pardons
that chose abnegation over
sovereignty.

Awful, horrible scene
that’d cause the mind to wander,
and hands to twitch.
What could be better?

Dreams of utopia,
or the bare minimum.
Cast a spell on me…
I’m waiting.

So forlorn and longing,
and lonely.
There’s some bread with
this butter.

I told you so.
Imagine.