A Taut Trip

The grey cloud that

hangs over my head

it took a turn down;

planted me in my bed.

I lie awake looking,

lofty laughter rise above

this microcosm madness

defines what is my love.

The chaos twisting

tight and taut is string.

I am ill solely fraught;

ill-begotten ides sing.

To the expanse and

back again echos call

to me in insinuating

tones I on a bed do fall.

From the piper’s eyes

that doom me back again,

find me my dear darling;

understand then my friend.

I know the paralyzing

trek into the void we go.

I like that glistening white

light that strikes a glow.

Here now I am be quick.

An old image keeps eyes lit.

For me with a band be quick.

I am a believer on your trip.

So my mind keeps making

the synapses fire embracing

the bright lights I’m chasing

have me attempt escaping.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Cubby says:

    Love the flow of your words and rhymes. Very nice! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you Cubby!! 😁

      Liked by 1 person

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