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Fiery Pyre
Razor sharp,
cold as ice.
Surgical steel,
ends my plight.
Ruby red droplets,
flowing free.
Demons cackling,
won’t let me be.
Heated water,
drowses my soul.
Pills and alcohol,
do their role.
Life just fades,
too heavy for me.
My fiery pyre,
floats out to sea
cold as ice.
Surgical steel,
ends my plight.
Ruby red droplets,
flowing free.
Demons cackling,
won’t let me be.
Heated water,
drowses my soul.
Pills and alcohol,
do their role.
Life just fades,
too heavy for me.
My fiery pyre,
floats out to sea
Published 27th Aug 2020
| Edited 30th Aug 2020
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30th Aug 2020 2:35pm
Nicely described. PS: should be TOO heavy for me, I think. Regards, Robert.
30th Aug 2020 3:23pm
I am glad you liked the poem and thank you very much for catching the mistake. Appreciate the visit.
8th Sep 2020 9:45pm
What a visual... The despair and suffering is shared in a way that so clearly reflects your inner turmoil. Love this, and hugs x
