VOID

i was so afraid, i am still in stillness. the trust, the road, the journey. the songs of mothers grieving their dead seed. blood soaked galaxies; unspeakable horrors upon the innocent. standing motionless, but slowly turning.
we return.
the gods stand motionless in the fire. burning.
but we return, and will return again.
how can you ignore it?

the wretchedness. the stink of rot, corruption, famine, pestilence, war, death.
this isn’t how it should be,
you may only realize
after being truly hopeless.
no one wants it to take that long.
no one wants to wait that long.

but for you ?
always.
endlessly.
without question.

shouldering ten Atlases
former life mattresses
you could call it habit, sis.
i’ll bear every damages
joseph joestar
may(be) plannin’ this.

the freedom we die for has always been
your choice.
what else?

Published by mikelenczycki

Not Anybody.

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