Ted Sheridan


My dreams lit the fuse that ignited my brain
Causing my mind to explode into colors of death
Black with the undertones of a pale mortician
Drained of a vibrant reality, with copper pennies for eyes
I entered eternity with my lips stitched shut
Who knew that this was to be my fate?
My last date, my last breath, my last taste
Of bacon and eggs, toast and jam, forgive me Lord
I am what I am

2010 © T.S.

Poem Submitted: Friday, August 20, 2010

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