Connected To the Disconnect
Grim grabs hold the spring
strangling with a fervor
as I grasp for another breath
drugged and dragged
six feet deep below
Infected, I'm connected
to the disconnect
the treacherous and mundane
a world's gone insane
Astray, I wander in the wonders
of an ever deciphering mind
running out of time
and patience
Never at ease, thoughts freeze
as pieces of me
crack and crumble
in this dismay called hell
All my senses yell but I can tell
nothing matters in this scheme
running in a quick sand dream
as the grains slip quickly by
Trumpets call out under a grey sky
solemnly veiled, another mother cries
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2018
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