July 11, 2015 - Poetry

The center of My universe,
crushes over, Into thirteen
kettles bang, Grind iron words
against these Riotous trains
crashes in my Attic. A slow drum
pounds steady In my burning skull.
Dementia pins Notion, I succumb;
Terror leaves Every moment dull.

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