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A.P.D.
Reduced
I found myself today
Gasping
in the bloody wreckage of my mind
I wanted to fade away
with the legends of poetry
(lost) in the dying art
Grinding ink
& the pen pricks..
White walls closing in again
in dark eyes
& fading (reflect)ions
I found myself today
Gasping
in the bloody wreckage of my mind
I wanted to fade away
with the legends of poetry
(lost) in the dying art
Grinding ink
& the pen pricks..
White walls closing in again
in dark eyes
& fading (reflect)ions
Published 20th Jan 2010
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20th Jan 2010 4:25am
this is not a cry for help or me looking for sympathy. I post poems like this in hopes for someone else to find that they are not the only one feeling this way. You are not alone.
Anonymous
20th Jan 2010 10:31am
stanza is an absolute killer, loved it kandice.
