Zigzag

Mind gone afloat, zigzag across the universe in minutes flat.
Torn into shreds by the blades of personalities cutting back into my head.
Detached and fragments, not one word strings to the other yet my web lay bare to a plan set in ancient rocks.
How’s this planet still turning when the clouds and fire blind it’s’ spin?
I keep falling down to wake up on the tower time and time again

Reviews

[willweb]

Again, the mind is at the battlefront, just beyond the neutral zone, battered and weary but still ready for a fight. Makes me wonder what actually generates these thoughts. I like your poetry, somewhat abstract but carrying a message fold neatly into squares.

[AKhaus]

thank you for your kind words

[Chris]

The "Bard" is timeless and his relevance remains unquestioned.

This "feels" descriptive of current circumstance and the day-to-day patterns encountered of our existence...

[Scott Kris]

It seems we have become a comet racing through the infinity of space knowing we will never get to where we could have been going.

I enjoyed the poetry.
I’ll work on my brevity. 😉

Scott

[AKhaus]

thank you for reading