TocsinA Poem by Ana B.Midnight
conversations At the edge of the
sky… Enmeshing
fascinations For my troubled,
addled mind.
Amused is the
ubiquity How I accidentally
survived this life So far. Cause only a true
zealot of obliquity Can relish in his
crime Or justify a war…
And how I chase the stable
instability To make up for the
missing link, Eroding the body of
the moribund sensibility With every word and breath
and blink.
And all along there
was no missing link. The Dark Knight with
his soft lips Awaits and whispers -‘’I’m closer than you think, But still you get to
choose your personal apocalypse’’. © 2017 Ana B.Author's Note
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