Poems from ledrakezho
Sitting gallumph in his hard cupped steel chair,
aided with the comfort of increasing dials and buttons,
The blinds withdrawn from the...
Tired,
to even when the pen scratches paper,
an uneven blank etched scrawl,
It mirrors the state of mind,
a crease present now and for all...
Doors crept open to the robotic hum,
of cold Siberian wind,
The same wind that carried the ash and soot,
of burning towers pointed at the...
I saw myself before I was born,
before my first digits twitched,
before the first beats of my heart,
before the chance meeting of my...
Snow people blew in today,
They bit my nose,
munched phalanges,
left my spinal collum frozen on the ground cold,
dead eyes fixed