07-05-2023, 11:37 PM
(07-05-2023, 09:49 AM)TranquillityBase Wrote: Solo CircusHi TqB,
The days linger
in a contest of thoughts
wanting out
wanting back in.
I choke on small talk.
Vultures circle about
whose last acts of compassion
make love to the skies.
Yoked to a cross
I climb up to the trapeze.
This is my sentence
this is my prize.
i don't really have anything of substance to suggest. Enjoyed the read.
Thanks,
Bryn