Poison
Posted: September 21, 2015 Filed under: Free Verse | Tags: ageing, death, depression, hollowness, lost innocence, meaning, self-hatred Leave a comment
I get drunk and lost
From the beautiful nightmare
That is you.
Why do thorns appear
Whenever I look at you?
There’s got to be demons
Wanting to escape
Sewing my swollen lips
Bruised and battered
As reality becomes my battlefield-
Fighting for sanity.
Clock is ticking
I’d soon slip away
With the passing age.
