Forrest Garside

Rookie (1995 / Boston)

Untitled 4 - Poem by Forrest Garside

Struggle to evade misery, hoplessness pervades history,
Years disbursed pursuing ruins devised of bursts,
Perched, back against wall, no sympathy for me at all,
gazing down the custom barrel, extensively fulfilled the peril,
Adjacent to the trigger, interview premature gunshots, it figures,
Cemented to descended erected blasmphemous intentions prevented from utilizing my fists, clenched, it emits animosity's foul stench,
Visual retrospection flickers famine, oblivion left I examine,
Deprived of hesitation, I swallow the firearm, instincts alarmed,
Skull scorching, momentarily each reminiscence is torching,
Undertake to indrocrinate myself to mend, I've reached my bitter end,
They discovered my corpse, palm still gripping my chest, my soul lives between this world and the next.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 3, 2010

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