Black Ash
Sour and sickening,
my mind feels poisoned,
poisoned by so many lies.
Lonely and lost,
my soul feels as if it
has been trapped within
a ball of sharp wire,
endlessly trying to
release itself.
Blind and naive,
my eyes see constant
false pictures of
hidden reality.
Grinded and crushed,
my body feels as if it
has been created into
black ash suffocating
my own thoughts like smog
dominating many minds and
souls causing them to
become manuplatative
and black-hearted,
poisoning many others by
their words of spite and
venomous hands of darkness.
Copyright © Leighann Anderson | Year Posted 2011
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