Stream of Consciousness...

Stream of consciousness
All alight
What, and why?
Unleash the thoughts
That bite.
Pour the water
Down through the drain
To the emptiness inside
Like the rain.
The concrete feels nothing
Nor the sewer,
The rats,
Alive or maybe dead,
But still intact.
Grateful for their help,
But not really.
Rather wish they'd leave.
Got nothing else to play
From my sleeve.
Doomed to fall under
The table,
And soon.
Can't manage to feel right
In this room.
Never has my mind
Been so alight.
Never have my thoughts
Been prone to bite.

The End

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