Jon Doe

Forever Severed - Poem by Jon Doe

Nothing must be for free,
Like dying misery
And shapes of falsely distinguished love
Picking pink cut into half off
The dust ridden back bones,
The heart, that heart that hurt
Washed out and washed over
By incendiaries against the timid
Plaguing innocence of letters
To kill time, to bore boredom
To death by myself,
Wanted for nothing,
Used for nothing like stealth.
A lies your wealth,
A lies you’re fake,
That’s your truth and while you shake
Memories will disappear
And haunt me forever
I’m used to it
To that never
To be forever

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 27, 2010

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