Log In
Dysthymia
By brainbent
A juggernaut.
A black hole.
And I fold in upon myself like the collapse of a nation built in a wasteland.
Nothing contiguous to fill the vacuum of its fall.
Agony recycled in increments into increasingly grotesque structures. Increments
by the thump, thump of my clock. Time neglected. Hours rushing through
the void, creating a venturi that sucks me dry.
Unauthorized Copying Is Prohibited.
Ask the author first.
© 2008 brainbent
Published on Tuesday, June 24, 2008.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "Dysthymia"
Log in to post comments.
-
A former member wrote:
...well now im highly curious. . .. and darkened by a shadow, a shapeshifting voice. . .love the tone and thes tyle and even the visual aesthetics of this piece. ness
brainbent's Latest Works Feed
Join