permanently muddy these days

 my once verdant gaze floats

 in a pool of dark circles

delirious contusions, dark tidal’s

churning with debris of futility

there… where my eyes drowned

(as gracefully as they knew how to…)

the exhaustion and the contempt

forming ashen galaxies across my face

a gravitational pull in every blink

i exist there, somewhere

behind a blindfold

made of brooding skies

 and contemplate my mouth

smudged and swollen

for all the wrong reasons


a. duncan, 2018



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Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus || Love is rich with both honey and venom

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