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angst, fiction, kiss, life, love, people, poem, poems, poetry, reality, regret, relationships, sad, self help
my ghost is here, hands are reality
my eyes glazed over with apathy
no regret I mummer, deep breaths…….
my blood is cold, coagulated, congealed,
steady rhythm metronome beats
my daydream is nightmare thought its reality I stand in
so say it, pause in mid sentence speech is less
words are not willing the don’t part my lips
vocal cords constricted by pride love it to be stronger
for is it love judge jury and the execution of my heart
oh with guillotine words you sever ties
your was were paved with good intention
they bequeath hell
slippery slope my ghost ever so transparent
I see through your guise and deception
Le Flore Inc. said:
Wow once again I find a poem that has set me back in a memory. I can connect with this piece here, this right here is the stuff strength is gained from nice write.