Watching the universe from the corner
of my eye and it’s cringe worthy.
I fell into a pit ill
Equipped but I’m expected still to rise.
As no surprise.
Exhaling angst in puffs of venom.
Flowing free with no concern.
The world turns like people’s backs on you.
Finding solace in seclusion
As always my illusions
Illustrate a way
to propel an upper class intrusion.
Left for dead in essence
Voyeuristic types relish remote distress
Like 9/11 jumpers but in slow motion.
Feeling the earth
Rotating as cycles of frivility progress.
Perverse is your stance and it hurts you real bad.
I guess I’m the new age savage in this brave new world
Judged prematurely like a
Greed and vanity are blinding
Like splash and dash of acid to the facial
How much can a single mind take?