#poetryoftheday
Fri, 03 May 2019 18:12:18
Fri, 14 Jun 2019 07:43:24
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Some nights I crave release
In loosed muscles
Over the beaming lights—
Polluted city skyline
Standing atop a tightrope
Roaming like a minor god
My insides disemboweled—
Numbing immortality
I want to linger in apathy
No inhibitions,
without criminal feeling—
Lonely contentedness
Breathing with intention—
Aeolus, commanding wind
My soul is drunk
Filled to the brim—
With hopes and dreams