A Dying Breed

A Dying Breed

A 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
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Phillip J Clayton
Phillip J Clayton

Jamaica



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In 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..

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