Such lack of air restricts upon chest,
saddened haze reaches inward depths,
a haunting preps,
burdening brain as returning guest
& mine weep as esophagus ingests,
once more unwanted pest;
I speak not of troubles chewing veins,
don't care to witness eyes spewing: 'not this again.'
Even own voice refuses
such erratic disdain,
sick of instant change,
sudden course detained,
calm euphoria altered back towards deranged,
an etched echo spearing to inhumed pain;
apologizing words fail to breach lips surface,
striking blues by ones cherophobia surplus -
it's simplest surrounding ones near in distorted peace,
let screams
&
bellowing stay hidden under skin deep.
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PuisiMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...
