(Poem) Lower

Pieces of me the crumble

Fall to the earth

I was high on my cloud

but now lower than I deserve

My heart is empty

The blood is velvet dust

my bones become brittle

as my insides rust

Hollow is my head

my thoughts long gone

lonely is this spirit

nowhere it belongs

Time and time again

my soul vibrates in place

rattles in a rampage

contained in its cage.

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