Juge Sopczak

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Part I: Descent - Poem by Juge Sopczak

Insanity was not far behind me that night.
That sound, like a descending angel,
shot through the phone.
A third eye opened, witnessed everything-
wings being ripped away
feather by painful feather.
The flesh peeled back
layer by agonizing layer
revealing the tortured creature beneath.
I felt all of it at once.
The fear of falling filled me
and the fear of infinity was overwhelming
as I looked down into the void,
a mouth waiting to recieve me.
Its emptiness anticipating to scatter me
as my sanity dissolved within...

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 18, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, July 18, 2005


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