For the sick

For the sick

A Poem by Wraith.

A case of the shakes
hollow in the jaw
Scraping bones

Dragging the cadaver
black and bruised
Such indecision

Close the blinds 
They only make you feel nauseous 
and place your shoes close together

The sky is revolving 
I have become timeless
This black is starless

© 2015 Wraith.


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The last 3 lines captured me. I felt so motionless after reading that.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Solid finish! Then again I'm a sucker for stars.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Wraith.
Wraith.

warwickshire, United Kingdom



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