Broken and in dark health

Broken and in dark health
The world dragged me behind it
Like a bundle of soiled rags

I submerged my ace in the shadow
And listened to the thoughts of monsters
– That flew on arrows of dust and fire

The lift shaft of forgetfulness
Sucked me down into the pit
My eyes became elongated eggs

So many songs broke into my heart
Like an orchestra crashing into rocks
And being washed out into the trough

Then in the early morning, I would awake to find myself alone
Travelling through the night on the number 15 bus

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012