Indoor Balcony

February 1, 2023
8:55PM

Title: Indoor Balcony

I once found myself wandering, Through every mountain of distress, Flew crowded skies like no other, And swam oceans full of regret.

Looked through telescopes in the night, Though I had nothing to see, Walked on sealess beaches, Feet buried in low-tide memories.

Ink fills my lungs, releasing as air, Piled in a clouded haze of a drunk bigotry, Eyes looking down from an indoor balcony, Legs tempting an adventure with the god underneath.

Taunting fate in the hands of a stranger, Playing solitaire with a deck of tarot cards, Heaven is a jackpot in a lottery, A folded poker game with zero odds.

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