Toxic

Tue, 07/12/2016 - 22:30 -- Eviek4

The voice of another soul

Escapes my lips.

 

Foreign entities cloud my thoughts, 

Concealing my mind in a 

Toxic dust. 

 

Yesterday's whims of being

Unrecognizable, among

The burning blueprint within.

 

Violent gusts pull each piece into the wind,

And out of eternal futility.

This poem is about: 
Me

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