Tinnitus (Original Poem)
Tangerine and cedarwood mist
I am cooling in a chair away from
the fire burning bookside
you are there too, among words
wishes, horses, hay, assumptions
No fretting the fingerboards
these ears have noise cancellation
abilities to melt plastic and panic,
ring any bell monotonally forever
no fretting no foot on the pedal waaaaah
It isn't a question of madness or
bemusement over quirks I am
telling you I'm tired and shut
down on myself and you
boarded up, no access, go away.
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Sweeet
Appreciated. ❤️
Like the verses
Thank you!
Plenty imageries in your poem, there is a feeling of uncertainty however the wordings and stanzas makes it a fantastic poem
❤️ Thank you. I’m glad the stanza breaks are working here.
Of course it makes for a better next time milady 😀😀😀
I LOVE THIS POST.
Awww. Thank you!
I like the rhythm of the text that transmit the fatigue of the relationship.
The boring of the atmosphere and the lazyness of knowing that all is ended.
Thank you. I appreciate your close readership.