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I can't get out of my own way.
the wailing hole widens upon unsuspecting days;
If contentment feelings should pour of veins,
mine wait in fear by tiny grains,
for carried voices grow louder
& heavier in downward rains;
seek not solidated space,
only new mask needed to cover weathered face;
true terror in never knowing where the source of pain resides,
accumulating upward spine,
burrowing far under ribcage lines;
when realization upchucks malice imp, mine pores holds within,
will heart change course...
jump from back of rearing horse,
&
ultimately leave defunct self baring ghastly grin?
none content lives below appeared skin.
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Between Actuality & a Psychotic Embrace
PoetryA collection of my own combined styles of - Macro Poetry & QuoteArt, which = MacQuote Poetry. I will try my best to have new additions every week from my on-going-twisted-love-affair of writing poetry. For all the support and encouragements you al...
