Rancid. A poem.

All my rancid surprise,
broken and doubtful,
flayed thoughts drifting
behind sullen and tired eyes.

So many unspoken wishes
given lonesome flight
from these effluent cliffs
of anger and despair;
all the improbable,
impossible angst,
the seething pain
that my aimless tossing
and turning will allow.

I linger on the edge.
my toes sense the drop
and yearn to dance.

The sheets are a roiling sea
where my hope drowns deep,
the pillow, an almond-bitter cloud
that suffocates my dreams.

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Steve is an sad and angst-filled poet, who needs your help to continue being one.

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