asylum
chadwick
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eve of the day
bones twist on the spit
burning inside over
built to last - my sign says for sale
who are they locking me in
hair in my eyes with winter opening itself
i am sewn shut
pleasurable irreplaceable fights to be
my little piece of sunlight strives to breathe
crushed & far away
is everything decent
tonight i'll try & love
but crippling tears have found nothing decent
lost inside misery
i burn
i starve
the thirst belongs to candles in my throat
bones twist on the spit
burning inside over
built to last - my sign says for sale
who are they locking me in
hair in my eyes with winter opening itself
i am sewn shut
pleasurable irreplaceable fights to be
my little piece of sunlight strives to breathe
crushed & far away
is everything decent
tonight i'll try & love
but crippling tears have found nothing decent
lost inside misery
i burn
i starve
the thirst belongs to candles in my throat
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
"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
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