[ icelandish leaps ]

[ icelandish leaps ]

A Poem by winter;lyra

icelandish leaps
memory missing, lack of belief
peace dogs locked, wombs rocked
descriptors of panic,
the manic episode of a god who's of none but the condition
these days i feel lost on a place i do not belong
takes some time to leer at the puppeteer
with dry sockets
dead man is crumbling before his queen
dead man is holding grip on to his queen
how long till there's no more queen
how long till there's but ash

repetitive thoughts feel portugueseish
the lease shortening calling muzzled names
at stake there's only a diary and the respective ghosts

© 2019 winter;lyra


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Added on February 24, 2019
Last Updated on February 24, 2019