A Dying BreedA Poem by Phillip J Clayton
Dear God,
Starved and happy; Starved and waiting; Depressed and full; Void... Resolution may never come; Smiles wiped from faces; Tears wiped away, they mean nothing; Dreams are chasing; Want to be something. Abusive breathing; Nothing's changing; Where it began? Know where it will end. Bottles speak no more; Drugs are empty... Cigarettes are good company; Lonely, hallow, feeling shallow. Dear God, We have failed; Whispers speak of death; Cursed and worthless; Spineless and toothless; Dear God, Voices are speechless; Tainted compassion; The arms of the fallen; Violent... Climb down your steeple; Umbilically suffocated by your people; Crucifix carved into skin; A darken heart - Hate. © 2013 Phillip J Clayton |
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Added on October 18, 2013 Last Updated on October 19, 2013 AuthorPhillip J ClaytonJamaicaAboutIn the professional space, I am almost a diety... I say that with the greatest of humility. In my personal life I am frail and a primitive man... Self-actualization is not all it's cracked up to be. .. more..Writing
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