Heavy Heads


from fears, like listening to news
coming down fast from moon ripped
from blood in a torture.
I have this isolated howl, from being broken
like Adam, his ants crawl like mountains
up and up in my mind.
I get no release from the pressure, deep
in my head, for weeks and weeks it simmers
like a dead horse.
I need that to ease, that pressure.
I want to be clear and light, like wind
blew away my heaviness, like a Sun.


Author: leeethomas

Visual Artist, musician and writer from Australia. Interested in Love and the Mind.

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