DefianceA Poem by Phillip J ClaytonSelf destructive; Pulsating urge for death; Drugged and drunk. Repeated faces, same places; Each day exactly the same... It's not that they bore me; Detached, life...existing. They are all fun I'm sure... Suffocating air, hovering; Already dead to a dying world. Sell you my hate; Sell it with me; To have it you have to eat it; If it doesn't know your name kill it. Forbidden in heaven; Useless in hell...Leave me now. © 2014 Phillip J Clayton |
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Added on March 21, 2014 Last Updated on March 24, 2014 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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