Refill the prescription...

Refill the prescription...

A Poem by Phillip J Clayton

With 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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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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