The Keepers Athenaeum

inspiration drained through thoughts that dont exist
waking from a self induced burial
with eyes forcefully unglued, with eyes that wont stay closed, with eyes exhausting to dust.
inspiration floods with the draining of the soul
emotions flood with the waking day, with reality served on a hot plate
eat it or die. it burns the mouth and churns the stomach
theres a dose to solve this problem. to cool the soul. to stop the madness. to cradle like mother, warm and tranquil
theres a dose to end it all and with it comes
inspiration drained through thoughts that dont exist

This entry was posted on Friday, July 8th, 2005 at 8:06 am and is filed under Jarody's Poems.