Desolation and the Breakdown

by

Adam Gosha

All meaning
is completed;
black.
You find
yourself desperate
for unwanted
negative energy.
Inanimate objects
begin to control
your mind and
ultimately your
destiny. You
feel nothing but
motive destruction.
Your only
coherence is
contained within
your locked joints,
frozen as one,
they're no longer
free, or calm,
no longer
peaceful.
The day remains
dim, your thoughts
won't let go.
To find your mind,
escape is tasteless,
unbearable, much
like this poem actually.

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