Deprive Me Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

Deprive Me



Scornful looks
are given up
into this forsaken jar.

Kept away
from dream’s reach;
a punch in the gut.

I feel the rush
of warm blood
drip from my cut lips.

Praying nights
vanquished to spit;
the walls are a derider.

With scripted honesty
let’s play our game
of sweet denial.

Deprive me of life
I believe in nothing;
I don’t give a damn.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kevin Patrick 10 February 2012

Darkly acerbic with a potent twinge of angst and yu got a good poem With scripted honesty let's play our game of sweet denial Touching Anger

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