I dug this poem up from a dark place within. A time long ago. Yet a lingering dissent for evil remains. You know my name…

I dug this poem up from a dark place within. A time long ago. Yet a lingering dissent for evil remains. You know my name…

Poetic Licence….

 

I never promised you more than my Juliet,

Me being Romeo…  

Walk the streets, the earth; as if I ever fucking cared….

 

For she was no muse just a pebble to cling on..

Now it would seem I float free with a thing on,

My back…

A weight…

 

A stone…

Emotionless motion less feeling and doing all that encompasses being tired me.

Pre-emption of death is worse than death in entirety

Moon washed the sky in ascent with no’triety.

I never sought to be more than a gut wrenched blood dripping teeth clenched Hamlet from past books we shared

And then fell apart.

That was me! --- the fallout king--- fool for a lifetime,

But at least I can sing.

At least I can show

The man on the opposite side of the mask dragged away in the undertow.

Why did I choose this life (this life chose me)fucking grit falsehood and spit on the street… a shame…. Left lame now.

Like all of the ostriches lined in a row heads in the sand, once again in the undertow..

Water is churning lungs burn systemic abhorrence---- annihilation--- her name?

Horror…

My Child?

Isabella. Forget about it,

Go lightly to sleep and then slumber well baby girl, I love you in droves.

And in short stabbing absinthe hits bread served in loaves.

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