Broken

sorenbarrett

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
  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 12th, 2022 18:53
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    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

  • arqios

    Like a toxic armour that does not only deflect but numbs. A potent poem. Thanks for sharing.

  • sorenbarrett

    Thank you so much L.B. for taking your time to review this, Your comments mean alot.



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