here

i can't write
uncomfortable as it is
& i am very well used to living with bullshit

broken
oh yeah
but moving along nicely
because i don't quit
beaten by my own hands & failed dreams

pen & paper
run this torture chamber
filled with fractured bones, loss & suffering
all that walks inside shadows
something like demons
somewhere like here

you can not imagine
the rusty closing windows that are my eyes
what i see
what is felt
will last forever
carving tombstones with your rotten teeth
may take a thousand years

one day buzzards will circle overhead
in the sky
sunshine will fade into ashes
where giant serpents
tears us all apart

then
without a sound
dives back into the abyss
like a seal
never to be seen again

all is empty
here







for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce

Comments

  • mikalinamikalina Posts: 7,206
    Well said Chad, thanks for sharing....
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  • brianluxbrianlux Posts: 42,027
    Well done, Chadwick! image
    “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man [or woman] who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
    Variously credited to Mark Twain or Edward Abbey.













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