Not Long Left

Rookie (17.05.1981 / The Molten Core)

The Discharged - Poem by Not Long Left

feet tred heavy under the gaze of a suspicious sky
shoulders sag, burdened with the weight
of having to accept without wanting to comply.
oh sweet avenger come now and retaliate

smash this goldfish bowl they thrust upon my head
snap these shakles they bound round my feet
give me back lost fortunes take me back to my bed
flesh to flesh with my love, huddled together in sleep,

wicked me regurgitating words from four year study
whisked me away as I lay watching birds strech
their morning wings. Quiet was I as they injected me
numbing heart, mind and soul- a washed up wreck.

the fading fragments of reality drifted into dreams
that stayed with me throughtout the long long days
even in sleep was I woken by midnight shattering screams
'to cure the mind one must find the exit of the maze'

I found the door and now discharged I wander
down souless streets, sweeping up the charred remains
of a once perfect life, futureless I often ponder
how these fingers came to part and dropp the grains

of control. Feet tred heavy under an unsympathetic sky
I twist the lid, neck back bitter pills, and kiss it all goodbye.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, October 15, 2010


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