Come, IA Poem by IComeAnonSitting in a waiting room, waiting to hear if I had liver failure or not.Clickity Clackity Please stop the happening sound As I sit, I meld with it I am not ambient noise (Yet not more than a whisper lately, I did some things and I’m tired lately)
Sickening quickening Poisoning with happening sound Just quiet, just try it Feel the warmth without noise (Not even a whisper, lately, Can my ears, my tired heart, take lately)
All’s louder than I remember Come, I, pretender, come, I, the messenger Come, I, in silence- Just quiet, Just try it © 2010 IComeAnon |
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Added on October 11, 2010 Last Updated on October 11, 2010 AuthorIComeAnonLake St. Louis, MOAboutI slide my fist down my throat And grab a fistful of bile. I smear it on paper And people call it beautiful. more..Writing
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