A morass of a wordcloud
Some days can just feel like one big sinkhole Quicksand filling one’s lungs Hands outstretched trying to grab the air droplets
A flame tree of truth shall rise from the ice
Locked inside a tired and mired icy mind Contemplating the webbed intricacies of lies Pronouncements of grandeur do not create truths Even with a hungry devouring cadre of sweet tooth The coiled screen will no longer filter Come as you are to face the raging […]
