77 Virginia Mountain Thoughts

Clenched sure things only to watch them flee

Ideas of curses hovering overhead punching both knees

Giving nothing but pessimism air

Walk broken heart and mind stuck under dark stairs

Only in my changing mind but I tell secrets to

Secrets sharpened weapons and hooking strings


When am I

Going to stand


Talk pounds of manure breath extra shitty

Ideas of banishment from places I’ve never been or can’t recall

Scary feeling I’m the owner of my chains unaware of a rightful position

Crutches holding up time when I wear masks next to everyone at the performance hall

And we dance our dances well anyone can tell they can’t tell it’s perfect


But when am I

Going to reclaim my thought process


Switching off automatic

More active role


What are you thinking about after reading this?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.