SludgeA Poem by Phillip J ClaytonSomething creeping... footsteps come closer, shadows follow me. Something outside the door.... won't let me leave, losing my mind. These chains - lay me down, my mind falling asleep, someone save me, I think I'm going in. My back filled with spikes, I cannot sleep... Hiding in the darkness, I don't feel so human anymore. Depressed and gorged take me back to the womb, in my tomb, let me sleep. fading out by design, damned since birth, light gives way to nothingness.... Here now I give myself to you, You always told me not to lift that 45; In a perfect world that would be alright. What's your drug of choice? I'm down in a hole, no hand reaching in, the bullet screams at me. I know I'm going to die, it's hard not to shake with a gun in your mouth... Nowhere fast, somewhere soon, it's the fear that keeps me here. © 2011 Phillip J Clayton |
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Added on March 24, 2011 Last Updated on May 3, 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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