Clouds rain acid pelting the shell that was once my body,
Burning revulsion, pity, and self-doubt into my mind.
My voice of reason no longer exists,
My mother's touch- anything but comfort.
I'm climbing, higher, speeding, gone.
Over the cliff I am continuing to fall.
He rises up,
Meeting my blackberry heart.
Forgotten whir,
A life I dreamt up.
After all...
I'm only as strong as the drugs I make.
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So the first poem has been posted, I hope you enjoy. Any and all comments, no matter the nature, would be greatly appreciated!
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Lyrical Ink
PoetryThis book is going to be a compilation of my original free-verse poems, poetic journals, and quotes along with my original works of photography added in at intervals as media. Everything I publish is completely original and I own it 100%.
