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My Eternal Gift to You

Poetry By: Ian Dawn

This is my dark gift to all my fans a little bit of me is in each work.

Submitted:May 6, 2012    Reads: 40    Comments: 14    Likes: 2   

My mind, is a rusted steel trap

You need a GPS to navigate

Its intense twisted, dark map

My soul, mocks me with a sneer

As it hides away in a sinew closet

Entombed in a cage of its own fear

My Body, a sullen beleaguered lifestyle

Never allowing me to stand up tall

As it's bloated with anger and bile

My life is a mystery even to me

I have a misread, contorted reality

That I only allow some of you to see

My writing is dark a vision of self

Like a liquid mirror of putridity

You wade thru, to see upon my shelf

My words, hidden from the myriad few

To act as gospel for the pestilent truth

Will always be here, my eternal gift to you.


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