Angst Octachord


Orchestra humming at the funeral
plentitude of solemnity
flowing lowly like waterfall
and it’s all in my heart
none can see nor feel
and walls can’t tool in
imprints of a coordinated emotions
flapping tainted tailored trauma

Weaves of emotional plurality
ambiance of this dark world
a sabotaged cruelty of emotions
psychological imbalances of my own
holding me at bay in dope
is this silent world of unknowns
like an orchotomy been performed
so traumatic and complex to bear

The Village Thinker © 2014


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