Prosiac

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Dark places soak up people without a second thought.
And here is my dark light, I'm giving in to.

Submitted: April 09, 2008

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Eyes--- clinched shut
A passageway for my unwanted.
shutter, flick, wane
Me, the essence of a poet's manque,
Without ambitions.

A tomb locked, clouded.
In a fog, I'm saturated--- covered, filthy.
Nodule in someone's vision- I'm not.
My propensity soaks up the fear,
I've got this propulsive gesture in mind.

Left among images, wasteland in thought,
faces which hate, divulge my safety.
Blind to new knowledge---- Deaf and Dumb
should hold me still
A damaged love for a broken person.
Here are my thoughts------ nothing.


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