Foggy roads show me no mercy - no mercy;
tossing me over and over again;
crossing my heart and then hoping I die,
sticking the needle back into my brain.
See where I'm going? Because I still can't -
tumbling over and over again!
Levity wasted on someone like me,
goodmen are stained with the stench of this smoke.
Covers the signs and it covers the way!
Guidance is somewhere behind with our shame.
Headlights just blind me - illuminate nil, and
take me again to the place I forsook.
Author notes
L3vity
A contest entry
- with the abstract in mind.. by The-Phoenix.
900 points, ended January 10, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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"crossing my heart and then hoping I die,"
Love that.
The self loathing I see here is familiar. I’ve felt it many times. The metaphor for that self loathing is blunt, yet intriguing and woven fluidly.
I love in imagery.
I love the almost bitterness of these emotions.
Very nice.
Thank you for your entry.
~Phoenix
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