The Death of Thought and Feeling
I hold sunshine in
this bag
Walking between
torrential down pours
I stand guard over
My inner sanctum
On lockdown
Is where things stand
While a memorial
service is
Held at 10
Thoughts and emotions
Ensconced
Entombed
Without reverence
Casualties
Assassinated purposely
Unrelented aftermath
of living
Well the anticlimax
of
The outside world’s
doing
Laughter rings
As the flat line
beeps
Among this flat lined
Affect
Last rites
May these thoughts
and feelings
Rest well in
Hell
From the
chocolatezeus collection 1/19/16 ©
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