DEEP DARK SOUL POET

Freshman - 505 Points (09/1965 / Australia)

Fifth Season - Poem by DEEP DARK SOUL POET

The murky blues and fumes,
When fresh air comes to blow these issues away
But the breath of fresh air crawls past me.
I surrender to its awful implications.

I wish I could appear stronger.
I wish I could leave as a man.
But I cannot say a word.
Can not utter a single sound.

I'm too much in love with misery.
So to misery I travel again.
Wish it wasn't so.
Wish it wasn't me.

Wish I could live but as it is,
I cut my hair.
I cut my nails.
I cut my heart.

Nothing bleeds.
Nothing hurts.
Nothing feels.
Everything in me is like a breath
of stale coffee.
A touch of moulding cigarettes.

Summer comes and goes.
Winter brings defeat.
Spring is fresh flowers.
Autumn is their death.
Like me.

I cry.
I sleep.
I die inside.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 20, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 23, 2010


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