The Demise Of An Aspiring PoetA Poem by Odonko-baWriters block madness
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Feeding off cod Discursively meandering A letting of blood The culmination of my own Psychosis coagulated thought Strangulated nonsense Drools Into a pool of spue Desecrated With frivolous ideas Emanating A stench beyond reason That only I Find scintillating Sort of like Maggots Ensconced In putrid libation I drown In spasmodic Maundering Fumbling about In lunacy Hungering obscurity Self-debasement Defile me My every gratitude The rope is only the tool Slithering In filth Of my own demise Bathing in its Deprivation Thoughts of the rope Seduce sirens What chance have I To deny my fate The rope is only the tool Reverberates soundly Surrounding me of my failures Swept up in a deluge of self-hatred The rope is only the tool Yes!!! Damn You!!!
But I Prefer the slow deprecation Of the blade © 2016 Odonko-ba |
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Added on January 19, 2016 Last Updated on January 19, 2016 AuthorOdonko-baHouma, LAAboutOdonko-ba I am a moody anti-social introvert. Meaning: I Trust No One. My best friend is myself. My companion ~ my dog. I write because I must. It is my life line. My Beacon in a world cloaked .. more..Writing
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