Ditch the ads, upload images and much more - upgrade today from 5.95/month!
Read • Contests • Groups • Learn • Forums • Store • Help
 

Proof







in my bond-breaking, i neglected
to love the poison tearing
through words i could
not squeeze in real-world clarity

my room becomes a holocaust
yellow walls splotched red
wire nerves splayed and torn

proof burns in my throat
and soon my excuses die
my mind is not mine
and the room’s crannies open







    : , Your review:

    Comment Suggestion: What is your your first impression?
    : no Cost: 0 free left 0 points, You have (?)

Comments


  • Uniquely-Scarred
    July 21, 2007

    Edit | Reply
    liked this:

    my room becomes a holocaust
    yellow walls splotched red
    wire nerves splayed and torn

    good job


  • BlackWidow43
    July 15, 2007

    Edit | Reply
    wow. awesome metaphors. so dark. loved 'i neglected to love the poison' part.

    it sounds like it is about not wanting to accept something ugly.

    nice poem