A STRING IN THE WIND
poem by:
Chanelle Nackmen
Written
on Feb 08, 2014
Standing in the desert once again Without my illusory den Why has no answer You dance your devil’s dance Sweet chocolate-words dripped from your tongue-snake I ate your poison cake I wore my sentimental fool cloak You wore your cheater’s toque We danced with the butterflies and birds All along you were girds You gave me a reek swamp drink You pushed me to the cliffhanger brink Wild horses dragged me back to the memory-putrid A flame red hatred Is thundering deep inside me Still feel the gorges menacing eyes Their claws demonize Asphyxiation my innocence No helping hand You thrown me to the gorges again Feel their sebaceous wen We lost our twined I am now only a string in the wind
Tags: anger, depressing, deep, pain, dark,
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Lon Bruso commented:
Good theme here, but needs to be re-worked to make it more readable.
Martha Gettle
commented:
wow alot of pain
Martha Gettle
commented:
wow alot of pain
Christopher Russon
commented:
Nice poem.
