Ill In Mind A Collaboration With Mark Earhart

 
It's raining here,

on the inside…

the acidic downpour a tyrant to the course of rage.

Squelch my thirst with the negativity,

 the power rattles my bones.

 Like a pigeon’s egg my soul is crushed by the careless wanderer..

It's me..
I can see my smile in my shadow as the sun beats upon my aching neck

 feel the cracks in my glass heart...

I can only bend enough to be fed up...

It lays destruction in the forward paths,

the self that infects the ill mind

Conjure a magical tune in mind

peer at the colorful hills..
Their perfection makes me wonder.

An ill thought here and there,
but who is to define?
 My windswept conscience is all over the dunes of my imagination,

it changes with the breeze of familiarity..

Ritualistic anticipation on the tongue in drought...

Choking on waiting in the noon...

Ashes,

simply ashes carried upon the winds.

but a dying whisper in the current now,
pupils dilated through the point of no return..

My future sees me, a new world..

My spirit rises to the occasion and I take my last breath on this rock we call Earth.

What it gives to burn the spirit....

The torrential boil in the eye of the storm…

After is now...

Before burning in frugal attempts to seek me out.

..I lay sprawled in the snow now,

I'm in perfect outfit.

Snowflakes glisten in the morning sun as they tumble to my eyelashes.

I blink,
I know,

I'm washed of doubt and suffering now..

I watch the swaying leafless trees above me,

favorite song in my head..give in to sleep...

Dreaming of....
the rest of me.

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