I remember before this started
The days would float on like dreams
I was a child
Take me back to that place
The extension cords and the pills
Pouring gasoline
Fluoride drink and this device
Cut curling iron, frayed wires
Away from when this began
Days bled through
In my head, the evil place
I dont want this anymore
Glutton for fantasy
Outside the hateful world
Outside this awful box
I would draw and create
Everything for you to save
It almost all spills out
Buried deep
Get away
Boy
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 12th, 2023 10:15
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Comments2
Great use of imagery and language to paint your scene with words.
Thank you Thomas. Often times, the best songs/ poems/ art is inspired through the worst times
Interesting/captivating
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