| ~THIS IS A SCREAM~ I crawl around on my hands and knees Looking for what I haven't got. There are reasons why I reach- Not from perfection But for breath. Struggle blissfully blind And wander caverns in your mind Crawling on my hands and knees While the Poet King's Screams echo in my skull- "Hunger, Hunger sister Anne, Leave me if you can." I walk in circles Right foot Nailed to the ground. |