Giving as much attention to us,
as less as you gave to love,
wasted preserves for them to become nothing more that rotting rust,
gave too easily into lust –
Insides are shaking in disgust,
pealing outer layer crust,
protective walls cracking with an inch from piled dust,
boundaries were never thought to be worth to have discussed,
my apologies for assuming devise –
best intentions formed behind resourceful eyes;
Trick of the trade.... played well a heart ram-shacked in battered past lies,
Where was your truth.... when something resembling my soul swore to run from building fumes?
Don't mistake sustained silence engulfing my doom,
don't dare think....
you'll reap forever horrible gloom,
hell – keeps the fire warm for one's private room.
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Between an Aphrodisiac & a Loathing Place.
PoetryA collection of poetry that has been written from me (and my constant battle with wrecking insanity). Some will make sense; some will leave you with a big ole' question mark; but, like myself, not everything can be precise and make definite sense...
