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Poison ink

There's nothing to lose!
What's there to lose?
Painless bruise - forever tattoos.
Cold as stone though temperatures soar.
Gasping for air...swim to shore.

I try to laugh at whatever life brings.
In misery and tedium I sink.
What would life be like if I lost my fear?
Nothing but silence ringing in my ears!
Deep self-loathing and lonely midnights.
Torrent of rain; there's no place to hide
The smell of death is all around
they come out, not making a sound
A gust of wind... the putrid smell remains.
Now my blood runs cold in my veins.
Talk to me stranger, keep me sane; don't provoke outrage.
my life is down the drain, down the drain!
infections... sick in heart, soul and brain.
Don't provoke even greater outrage!
burning anger flames

Sweepings from graveyards guts, & dung.
And now your groans they strike me down.
Your Moans are a symphony, they deserve to die!
Dig your own grave and shut your eyes!

On avenues this soothing breeze
licks my wounds, puts me to sleep
the demon eats me up - the inner war.
help me, throw me to the precious cure
I inhale the cold air drenched in fear.
Unchain me - take me away from here.

Oh GOD! I'm afraid I'm losing my sight!
Oh GOD! bring back the golden light!

Silver sparks, brave heroic knights
like a million shooting stars falling down,
in lakes of defeated blood they all drown.
Pitiful disgrace, walk of Shame...
No one ever is to blame

Damage quite impossible to repair,
nothing's changed
with moonless nights and darkened air.
A gentle voice calls my name,
anxious, and frightened, I still feel the same.
Nothing's changed

Submitted: Wednesday, March 06, 2013
Edited: Thursday, March 07, 2013


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  • Yash Shinde (3/14/2014 10:11:00 AM)

    ...great description of solitude expressed through a wealth of imagery...great work dear

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  • Thomas A Robinson (4/22/2013 8:46:00 PM)

    Now don't you geel better? There is antivenom on the pure white page to cure your bitten afflictions.
    Lay you pain down and watch it whimper in shame before you.
    Poison ink will be paged out!

  • Justice Uchenna Mmahi (4/2/2013 6:34:00 PM)

    Nice diction, wealth of imagery...your pen bled to no end.

  • Vizard Dhawan (3/14/2013 9:49:00 AM)

    a great feeling after reading this masterpiece...keep it up...u have a nice potential of writing poems.....chck mine too

  • Rohit Sapra (3/14/2013 9:14:00 AM)

    It is what can be described as dark poetry. The flow of words is amazing.

  • Hazel Durham (3/9/2013 2:28:00 PM)

    Amazing write how deep you go, describing the fear and lonliness within the darkness of a hell that can swallow a person up!

  • Waseem A Malla (3/9/2013 3:58:00 AM)

    a great read.. appreciated... keep it up.

  • Danny Draper (3/7/2013 7:17:00 AM)

    Interesting the fight to sustain balance against addiction of any kind. Great emotion and descriptive narrative.

  • Stevie Taite (3/6/2013 1:42:00 PM)

    Drug use. I get the essence of drug use and the helpless realisation of its uselessness. Made me want to read it through a few times! : -)

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