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[Pantomime7]

Flashing lights flicker of mortality
As I walk down the street of indecency
Feeling the eyes prod my open wounds.
I stare into shops and tainted windows
Into the water that streams from the lonely gutter.
I sift through the remnants of the past
Filtering truth from lies
And yet I find peace within the fallacy that is my mind.
I feel as if I can no longer take this
These feelings of grief and solitude break me day by day
I cannot reach past the burdens placed on my life
I feel the eyes prod my open wounds.
Disgust fills my heart
Turning the corner into a blackened street
I feel bodies lying beneath me
And watch torsos hang from on high.
The heat unbearable
The stench, nothing of this former world.
I wade through sulfur and ash
As I open the gate of flames
Finding death within my Hell
I feel the eyes prod my open wounds.

 

[RareForm]

great poem, good job!

 

[cherub]

I feel as if I can no longer take this
These feelings of grief and solitude break me day by day
I cannot reach past the burdens placed on my life
I feel the eyes prod my open wounds.
Disgust fills my heart

I have days sometimes weeks of feeling this with the struggles but as long as we keep going we will never find out if it ends.

Amazing poem with alot of raw emotions exposed,,, Thank you for sharing!

 

[Altered_Soul9]

This write has an amaizing end. Very Nice