My soul
Deemed artistic
My words transcend
At times
A bit ballistic
I flow them as they come
From my deepest vein
The darkened past
Easily buried
Clarity however
Does not mean it didn’t happen
Depression is a place
Where disenchanted people
Fade away and die
No need to ponder why
Strange daze indeed
Social etiquette
Rules I once followed
Abandoned
One by one
As circumstance dictated
Popular Facebook
Trendy treble hook
Atmospheric mucus
C.S. fucking Lewis
Gonna sock it to us
In his mystical way
I’m bleeding today
Recoiled
From the public fray
Perhaps I’ll fly away…….
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2012
