Waste RemovalA Poem by Ben TaylorI have once again allowed my pen to vomit teenage angst into this Cafe.After the high of anticipation, But before the letdown of shattered dreams-- After the wrist of love is slit, But before the blood begins to flow: This is where the sickness begins. All attempts to mitigate the destruction. The abasement, Have been turned to ash-- The limpid clarity of non-emotion Shows me to myself as clearly as I have ever seen. My laugh turns inwards and suffocates me-- Smiles becomes rictuses of failure. This maculate stain of disgust, Of self awareness. Spreads across my consciousness Like a metastatic tumor of defecated resentment. I am consumed-- Merely a moral blemish On your polished record. Allow me to evanesce, To become the fragments of Repulsiveness That will quickly fade. Let me disappear-- I shall be wiped From your shoes.
© 2011 Ben TaylorAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on May 23, 2011 Last Updated on May 23, 2011 AuthorBen TaylorColumbia, MOAboutAlmost everything I write now is relatively real, so just read what I write and get to know me. more..Writing
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