Poison
the mind can be a solitary prison
no escape from mindless suspicion
an endless and fruitless waste of time
a slow poison
an infiltration of all your senses
a growings pile of ashes
an awakening of tensions
no release from the pain
poisonous thoughts
ripping across lobes
up the canal and out across the tongue
spewing forth toxic words
all triviality
forlorn into lost unconsciousness
then darkness
agony
death
the end
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Poetry and Random Musings
PoetryI have been writing on and off for 20 years and this is a 2 decade collection of random musings. I can see a time of rhyme and other times of dark poetic thoughts, times of humor and just some plain weirdness from Cowboy boots to Cats to War.
