Disconnected
Part stupendous
That's invisible
Can't be seen
Disenthralled
Forgot it all
Wishing it all
Might forget me
Disenchanted
With this life
With this world
All this pain
Disunited
From myself
From your love
Quite a strain
Discontinued
With a blue moon
Beneath the sun
I pray for rain
Disconcerted
Without hope
Without dreams
Barely afloat
Disconnected
Feeling low
Flying high
Time to go.
this was a cigarette poem. cigarettes take about 7 minutes, and i wrote a 7-stanza poem during one such event. not on purpose, it just worked out that way.
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