Trash Of Gold Poem by soren Barrett
Trash Of Gold
Protruding trash from a heap of memories past
thoughts cut to the bone on fragments of mental debris
spits clots, from a wound whose bleeding will ever last
once buried now exposed its sharpness I did not see
Shards of buried pain excavated from the brain
Silent screaming through teeth with repair protracted
A urinal mind drain has a yellow stain
blood of gold with cyanide extracted
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