Thoughtless rantings

Sinking, slipping, slithered tripping.
Melting receptors and brainwave connectors.
Would I trade all of this,
Standing at the precipice.
Longing to be treated as a soulful hydrocephalus.
A swell within lifes senselessness,
This wreckage lacks true recklessness.

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[Lisasview]

Rereading this poem of yours for the third time... As it if full of rhymes I am trying to find its meaning.. I believe that this is full of metaphors which I so love.
Sounds like someone, the poet? longing for recognition... which he does deserve.Perhaps he wants to be a part of something ... He stands alone on the edge before... jumping... before deciding.
He seems to enjoy this
as he says Would I trade this all... he questions this...would he?
I love poems that appear complicated... metaphors can do that.
If you like please read mine as well...I think you would enjoy Innocence...

Lisa, now in Spain