Pockets Of Anger, Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

Pockets Of Anger,

Rating: 3.4


HIS mouth twiched,
his body turned to
crimson blue.
BEHIND this mask
is insolence, and eyes
drawing sharp instruments,
of a blankness moon.
HIS chambers are filled with
silver chains, and a bed
of nails, it is here where he
puts himself, when the drugs
dont work, or the booze makes
false promiscs

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mary Nagy 24 October 2005

Very intense poem David. Sincerely, Mary

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Allan James Saywell 22 October 2005

david i realize this is your way of dealing with issues and i'm impressed with your title do you think it will help you long term, your poem does not deserve a low mark for it takes away from your hard work, so i will give you an eight for effort Warm regards allan

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David Gerardino 22 October 2005

FOR A DEAR FRIEND...........if theres a way in, then theres a way out...

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