Russian Roulette

FredPeyer

Writing is like a drug

Full of ecstasy, agony and

Illusion of immortality

Flying high on

Improbable sentences

Only to smash again

Into the depression

We just crawled out of

 

Never mind that nobody

Reads our scribbles

They wouldn’t understand

We are invincible

The words gushing out

Spreading like manure

Across starving fields

Begging for more

 

We turn our emotions

Into art or what we think is art

It’s a head game

Only we can comprehend

Literary magic mushrooms

Roaming our brains

A poetic interpretation of

Russian roulette

  • Author: Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 23rd, 2019 20:04
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    A fine write Fred.

    • FredPeyer

      Thanks so much Orchi!

    • Goldfinch60

      May that manure spread to all the world. Great write Fred.

      • FredPeyer

        And may it keep it green!

      • FineB

        Hello Fred,

        A marvellous write.

        Nothing beats the excitement of the creative process for us poets.

        Keep writing FineB

        • FredPeyer

          Thank you FineB! You are right, it is an exciting process, even if the results are not always what we expected them to be.



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