seasonal depression
is in session
the calamity is sizzling in the booth
like a rotten and spoiled tooth
cold to the touch
ailments swollen & such
formation takes a scolding seat
malnourished and empty is the street
past is left open like a twisted rope
barefoot in journey seeking hope
while summoned to the river
naked and exposed, there i stood in a shiver
like the roots planted next to me
engulfed by the wind and tree
before i knew it, i jumped
with my flesh slumped
inside the cold water
an underground battle became a deep slaughter
pierced by the freeze
shaken by blistering leaves
i’ve fallen and only desire sleep
though these waves thrust me deep
and my dreams creep
remnants remain floating at the top
the lighthouse flickers as though it may stop
with the shine on the line
and my mind crossed yet another time
for this reason
i wish this season to be dismissed
as i drown remiss…
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means) 