Rot

Rot

A Poem by chris
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Rot

That deep-rooted habit,

Claims me as it’s own

D-d-d-damning, grit

Grinding, decaying man of stone

 

Who wanders and wonders.

 

“Nothing is written in blood

Or stars. Liar, liar

The mirror-man taunts

He pours rain on the fire

 

Of trust and patience

Losing sleep? I never found her.

The cut informs me “You’re human.”

Indignant tears, I am a butcher

 

Who chops off his own hands with a defiant smile?

 

There is no ointment for this fly

But he is stuck nevertheless

The garrotte that rots

Enable/Disable so priceless

 

That, that is what destroys this enlarged mutant boy.

 

 

 

© 2011 chris


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Indeed, it is what rots us all, a great piece, well done, good read.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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chris
chris

Porto, Portugal



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I am currently teaching English and ToK (Philosophy) at an international school. I have done professional acting and I am creative within music, writing and acting. I have started to write a young adu.. more..

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