There's a hole in me;
It lies somewhere beneath the stream;
There's something missing;
a light that was extinguished;
by a switch that was torn from the wall.
And as I falter onward;
blindfolded, as it were;
through slings and arrows;
slings and arrows;
it's all for the skin;
the skin.
My last cigarette in my mouth;
burning till the end of time;
I carry the firing squad with me;
as my defendant pleads a last rite;
to way-lay the death of dignity;
It's beyond never;
a never-land, a never-where;
something that ceased to exist;
as I stepped through the door;
beyond an illusing that was built;
for the purpose of being shattered;
by the self-made gods.
Author notes
This poem speaks for I cannot.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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If i'm honest i have no idea what the poems about and i wouldn't want to dishonour it by wagering a guess, this is deep! i don't usually like freeverse much but this has good flow and keeps me involved and intrigued, a great piece!
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Damn Prisons.
If I read the words and think about them I get this one hazy feeling that reminds me of fading in and out of consciousness.
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Wow
I love the vision you create in your mind, it is both beautiful and yet saddening, showing us how we can get lost in this bewildering world of ours.
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