Open Poetry #26 |
Depth of the Disease |
j-oh-E Member
since 2003-05-01
Posts 59Texas, USA |
Depth of the Disease I'm above the feeling now And I'm high enough so I see changing pictures On changing clouds As I drift on a chemical sea of blue. And my dreams I mold like clay And my screams come from someone else. Not me. The pain of reality, sugarcoated, Surfaces through holes in my skin. Scabs cover me. They decorate the better part of me. Like seeds, We grew in the concrete garden And tried living in the cracks in the sidewalks of the disease Under the stains of bootheels and smiles. And I do my duties, faithfully, As a slave to its cure |
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Brad Majors
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
I like it |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
The struggle for life, regardless of circumstance. Good one. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
awesome! |
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just a junkie Member
since 2003-03-04
Posts 53 |
Perfectly put!! Just a Junkie |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Disturbed me...powerful write...well done... But, disturbed me still. TD |
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