By
William Lee Peace Jr.
Empty voices floating around
There is to be no concrete vision
Visceral images dulled by sound
One whole milligram causes cognitive collision
Vying for attention yet seemingly unheard
Empty spaces where words seldom crawl
Clicking silently through and through
Reaching for underhanded lye, the words stall
Yesterday, under only point five mill.
Words had become such a drag
Constantly rearing their ugly heads
It was all I could do not to snag
Random motifs and incoherent thought
Wrapped around the devils thumb
Motes of heavens light shone upon
And I the meaning to life sought
Yes, I must agree, simple extra is callous
Unheard melodies within the strain
To simply grasp what we cannot feel
To go from half to one is the writers bane
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