Jamie Dewyer


Encephalitis - Poem by Jamie Dewyer

Shutter to think of truth
Slivers of faith and glass
Ashes land on my tongue
This land is not the last


Stutter and utter words
These that thine thou wouldst save
Make fun of having fun
When we are all afraid


Here in my coma eye
Better to burn the truth
Ashes land on my lungs
The sweet sickly smell of truth



Drown and still air comes in
Poison dipped poison skin
Heroin in her mouth
Eyes like the back of south



Psion and I am sane
Your words still haunt my name
But I am safer now
I am too weird to bow


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 28, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, December 17, 2010


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