i’m lacking for definitions
as my mind detracts to conceive
the thoughts in my head.
fall back a few steps
lay my body,
it labors with thoughts
as my mind plays dead.
i hear shrieks in their quiet beginnings
tumbling down like rain as they fall
the ground receives the outpouring like waterfalls
trickling down like heavy storms.
i have become numb
i speak to an isolated state of complexion
for humble beginnings
have torn down my dreaming.
who hears cries in departure halls
where people bustle like rummaging through walls
walk pass each other no thread of emotions
just a madness that sinks in like deadly potions.
