my thoughts stream with no motive, as I stare into the parody of a screen
images cast into thoughts, as I wearily dream
frozen with sculpted ideas to break down and scream
like the sound of steam, floats from my pores
darkness around leans like a broken door
been through angst with empathy towards, hoping for more
emotional bursts like a thirst for a relative feeling
no relative or being, will stop the actions of my path like a hearse
fell to give what im seeing, reactions to a wrath I’m believing, what is worse?
you do the math an decipher this class of ambiguity
ciphers of alliteration, keep my heart racing like bigotry
keys typed, when im free to write calligraphy
in text the context reaches high heights so poignantly
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Submission Name: High Heights
