Salph Rage Poems

Swallowed thoughts
Spill over into collections of words
lines drawn from fevered fingertips
strung together that since laid bare
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The pens laconic voice
whispered truths
of dream & regrets
how deep the silence follows
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I Drink in Reds hope of night.
But dark clouds of time loom heavy.
Where anticipation once filled young places,
now vanishes in dark spaces.
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All around me silence.
Sleep stares from the darkened rooms.
Taunting me.
Thumping
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Silence
Saying nothing,
Saying everything.
Its exiled voice profound
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The sound of the clock.
My daily judgment.
It plucks at me.
Like feathers being torn.
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I see it clearly burned into my mind.
I keep the cast of charecters locked inside.
Where stonch sadness intermingles
& blind contentment hides.
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I sit here reminiscing
Can't help but smile.
Then at once it turns to sad.
Your touch, your smell.
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Feel its pain.
Like picking at scabs
just to watch them bleed.
Its cold embrace
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In cramped concrete now lost
What cold shame
fouls in regret
the soiled slates of her soul.
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