these blistered walls

[thursday]

i've brushed shoulders with the sleepers
in these empty fluorescent halls,
in search of a meaning deeper.
enclosed in these blistered, jaundiced walls,

looking for a turpentine tonic to tear,
my mournful, bleeding soul asunder.
lift this crushing burden i bear,
into flushed skies of rolling thunder,

vitriolic tonic my soul sedate,
wash over this callous drifter,
ridden with sores of turpentine fate.
my soul crumbles and withers.

alass the sleepers have awaken
as i slow my pace to a crawl
with me they recount the pills i've taken
betwixt these blistered, jaundiced walls.

 

[LinZ-E]

wow, this is really good.

some very nice work.

 

[Altered_Soul9]

I really enjoyed this poem. very Nice