Obviously, the moon is ruining my sleep again
The cruel Sun will burn my eyelids in the morning
Crippled this way,
my day will be a torment
crawling on pavements
hiding my eyeballs under sunscreens
intoxicating my veins with tonnes of coffee
Me, the asphalt moth, in search of the truth
I will taste the dust and the ashes
till hidden no more, the dark matter
will be called a name.
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
Exquisitely excruciating .
You spoil me, entirely!!!! Thank you, Louis Kasatkin, my friend and “victim”!!!