Infestation
This morning's joy
Came two hours late,
By then my coffee was cold
And the first meal plagued me
The arrival of external chaos
Was delayed yet another day,
The wicked wouldn't sleep tonight,
The moon's arms cast a mournful shadow
Insomnia related disorders
Swimming towards the flashing lights,
Infesting my family tree,
Defiling the pure virgin
Send me the rays of hope
So that I may never come down,
Just feed me the map home,
I'm sure it will never be found
There are trails carved on cellar walls
And they change every century,
They spawn breathing assassin dolls,
This decade marks an anniversary
Of all executions witnessed,
Mine was the worse
Because no dared to listen,
As my brain continued to burst
Religions will be crafted,
Until the alarm clock is repaired,
Because the sun no longer wakes us,
Instead you slumber, scared
Yesterday's stale departure
Left me twitching alone,
By then the coffee was frozen,
And the breakfast developed mold
The departure of inner peace,
It chokes my uneased mind,
With a million parasites surrounding,
And two thousand more dying
Tommorow's morning joy,
It'll come with a blast,
But i will lie in bed restless
Until the absurdity passes
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poem by Jack Cropes
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