![]() Cigarette BurnsA Poem by Phillip J ClaytonApologies are over! Who are you? One spoonful at a time; Drag you out no one can hear you. Cut you a pretty smile; Serpent knives; Hope creeping away; Empty eyes; Starving anger; feeding hate! Your finger! Only here for a time; Break your neck; If only for a moment of peace. Against a glass; Smashed memories; Tear a hole! Tension grows old; It's all been said, nothing left. Every step; Every breath; The further gone; Relentless past. She went silent; Her ghost; Bring me home; This will rot! Festering. To whom it may concern... Born to carry roses; A funeral calls. © 2014 Phillip J Clayton |
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Added on August 13, 2014 Last Updated on August 13, 2014 Author![]() Phillip 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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