crisisA Poem by nigrum homonculushaven't wrote in a while...so i'm rusty. i'll probably upload 2 others then disappear again as well. this was inspired heavily off an advert i saw...plus some stuff that happened while at work.i am the door that closes on your fingers. i am the abusive partner nobody knows about i am the shopping your arthritis can't carry. I am the sweet that gets lodged in your child's throat. i am the parents that continue to neglect you. i am the car you didn't look at when you crossed the road. i am the gang of youths that will rob you blind. i am the wound that gets infected. i am the bills you forgot to pay i am the bills you can't afford to pay i am the reason you can't sleep at night i am the reason why you wake up worried i am a crisis... and i don't care who you are.
© 2012 nigrum homonculusAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthornigrum homonculuslondon, surrey, United KingdomAbouti have been away from this place for.....lord knows, something like 3-4 years? so i guess all the things i have experienced in that time have to come out somehow you know? so here we are. you're readi.. more..Writing
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