Landscape

Blurry faces.

Changes bury me in pages barely seen.

Up in smoke with kerosene.

Cut the throat of a pharaoh and his queen.

Like an arrow through a narrow ravine.

Like a shadow shallow and sheen.

I pull my hair out and scream!

Observations got me lost stating the obvious, costing me my dreams.

Constant conscious of themes, it was monsters it seems.

Content noxious of schemes putting me off my rockers to my knees.