struck by lightening
with back-hunched at drawing boardthoughts afloat yet to be stored,
I come apart piece by part
not at all sly or smart.
depression beats a steady drum
head, throbbing, whispers a hum.
defeat is welcomed, by me
handing a ticket to be free.
Anger, married to hate, appears
no logic, glares silent stares.
unborn shame, already-wet eyes
own 2 a body which i despise.
promises covered in sheer fabric
broad smiles oddly spasmic.
golden blues mad and frightening
all dead, all still yet struck by lightening.
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