An ember still aglow
Ignites buried spites
Venom begins to flow
A dagger buried in my steel skin
The blade breaks my body quakes
I stagger my head I feel spin
Ghosts of the past shadow me
Bone chipped, flesh ripped
From addiction I flee
You've thrown me out, into the rain
I don't fear the knife but life
I drink the venom to deaden the pain
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
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Comments3
it can be a cruel world, most times
I feel
we should all be recognised
whenever
we make it back to our pillows
as just surviving our days
is an achievement, most times...
stay strong! dear Poet
Like a toxic armour that does not only deflect but numbs. A potent poem. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you so much L.B. for taking your time to review this, Your comments mean alot.
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