There is pain
in an abrupt abused April.
Turning tides,
were open mouthed so called physicians
playing Russian roulette with my soul.
Talking to the other players,
I was immersed in hyphens and exclamations
where grammar became inflated
and his eyes were a penalty in the game.
The icicles were hanging from my lips
and Florida sunshine
became equipped in my ethereal drugged airport.
Yet,
I didn't make it there;
for the overdose of reality
was too much to bare
for none.
Without a care
the object of frivilous fun
is stripping in flourescent lighting
to make sure that
no contraband was in sighting.
Don't you want to know
about the dog and pony show
or would you rather
elude it to something
thats just unfortunate.
Inside of my jaundice existence,
and perforated skin,
lies a wake up call
for later breakage
that came from a supposition
of within...
.......................
Comments
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This is good! had me gripped throughout.
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wow
i really liked this it's verry good, i really liked the phrase:
"I didn't make it there;
for the overdose of reality
was too much to bare"
over all it was bautiful
keep it up
DHK
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Turning tides,
were open mouthed so called physicians
playing Russian roulette with my soul.
wow. your imagery is.. wow.
i love this.
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