Refill the prescription...A Poem by Phillip J ClaytonWith words I rebel, with words I am bold, with words I can say and do anything... Words fail me... This is becoming strained - used and drained, took too much - need to ease the pain. Gorge ourselves on love - Love is pain, actions speak loudly - maybe I went too far. I've got a moment, time to reflect, at a door way with no doors, no entrance no exits, looking through a pinhole window, the world seems bigger, trees made of stone, water feels like needles. Have we lived - ghosts existing, tangible world... Drunk with emotions - we are numb, it's not so bad - strangled phrases, a noose for the neck. Kicking dead horses? Can only roll so much - when did we stop? Selfish hate - selfish love... poured another drink - thinking. Lingering, hurting - frustrating, bury me. © 2011 Phillip J Clayton |
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Added on March 10, 2011 Last Updated on March 10, 2011 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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