Eyes black out
Visions shout
A rope invites
Delivers just right
Already dead
Pretty profile draws blank
Where feelings sank
A brutal brick wall
A smashed face to appal
Already dead
Heart pumps black
Blood oozes out but never back
The sweet edge of a blade
Penetrates this masquerade
Already dead
Sleeping softly in my bed
Already dead
Already dead
Watching dancers end the dread
Already dead
Already dead
Shhh! On waking. Visions unsaid
Already dead
Already dead
No need in mourning tears to shed
Still breathing
Still beating
Still walking
Still waking
But oh so long past
Living
Dead
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many questions... very thought provoking
Great piece well penned
Thank you
It was just better out than in I guess 🤯
always let it out... never keep it in
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A great write Sylvia - I don't quite know why but it's reminded me of a reggae song I used to listen to in about 1960. All I can remember are the lines:
Back to back
belly to belly
i don't give a damn
I'm done dead already.
Must try and look it up.
I’d be interested to hear it.
Thanks for your kind words 😊
Jumbie Jamboree - sounds more like Blue Beat - not the version I recall but fairly close: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMrtyp9WudU
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this is very dark indeed..
it feels like there may be sunshine behind those drawn curtains.... ........ ..... maybe
Put out the light? And then put out the light?
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