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Psychologically incarcerated
Behind cerebral walls
Inaudible shrieks and screams
To which they all befall
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Unbridled narcissism
Immune to true affection
Manipulation, shame and guilt
Emotional contraception
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Devastation and demise
An entree of deceit
Lack of serotonin
A war fought in defeat
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The image of reflection
Unrecognizable to touch
Disdain and desecration
Reality without a crutch
.
Empathy forsaken
Tossed into the fire
Deviation soon unshackled
Fueled by foul desire
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The lustful thoughts ruminating
A syringe filled with temptation
Injected into my soul
The filth anticipation
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Hostility trapped within a maze
Sediment of sifted thoughts
Lack of physical restraint
The voices chant their taunts
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Sharpened unforgiving steel
Pressed against my flesh
A rapid pulsing river flows
The scent of sweet duress
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Constantly performing
Upon this high-rise ledge
Concrete anxiously awaits
My slip or final pledge
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Explosiveness within my grip
Fragmented fleeing matter
Serenity of the aftermath
The crimson abstract splatter
.
The noose is tightly cinched
With a detrimental zest
Gently sways the Maple Tree
A soul finally at rest
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Comments (4)
H-T ~ As I scroll through your gorgeous offerings I see many are grouped six months ago. But, so glad I've discovered you as 'Bunk Mates' (metaphorically speaking) in the 'Humor' Category. Needles - Who Knew this was Coming? - This is so well said. Jay, Jay Kantor, Chatsworth, California 'Senior' Vocal Author - Vocal Village Community -
So profound! Makes one search the inner soul and wonder what can we change to better ourselves. BRAVO!! Excellently written.
Whoaaa! This was so poignant and made me feel so emotional! Loved your choice of words! So beautifully written!
Dang Tony. This is dark and really majes you think. If I didn't know you personally I would be worried about you. This is very well written.