Existence Aches


Cracked voice
As a shattered mirror
Years of wasted life tutorials
How do I know
If I truly been given a choice
To live?
Damn this bird!
Caught in my throat box
The wings open like fan blades
Shutter hard
Tears start to fade
If I didn’t know better
I’d say I swallowed glass
The way it stings
The way I wince and flash
The way it feels good
Like a moment of self-expression
Gnarly like neon signs

No matter how far you search to find
What’s troubling is
The study of mind

Oh the way the wet wets my eyes
The way a pink rose brightens my lips
With teeth
As a crazy fool open on Valentine’s
Exceptional crinkle
In these fine lines of my face
Signature memories I dare left behind
The streak of gray in my mane
Won’t allow I to forget my name
The crimson wine in my cup
Speaks
It says,
“Nothing’s ever enough.”
The ashes in my tray
Morbid gray
The present a present?
Or a space in time to run away?
I’m failing in episodes
Where existence aches

Pennington

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