Battery - 27/01/20

Mushroom cup chest

watch soberly

while blood is beading ‘top the breast

fallen from the accomplishment of another month

the chip becomes a rotten promise -

you may collapse upon collection

you’ll never get it young

I can’t cope

withering my resolve -

their experience, strength and hope;

their “get it before you’re old”

I can’t cope.

I can’t cope.

Reviews

[Franky]

I really wish I could more understand this. I read it over and over....it sounds so very sad. I'm sorry.