Lonesome Feeding

Lonesome Feeding

A Poem by Billy Sullivant

Twisted fingers reach through,
Gripping remains of you.
Something lurks inside of me - 
Living so, so painfully.

This empty shell inside my chest,
Bleeding vacancy, destroyed nest.
Lonesome isles of dead end dreams.
Feeding myself addictive disease.

© 2013 Billy Sullivant


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Added on May 18, 2013
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Billy Sullivant
Billy Sullivant

Paducah, KY



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