Rhia Madison Thomer Poet Free verse

Dear Stranger

Please stranger, overtake me I implore,
for I don't want to know myself anymore.

I took a bullet to my brain, deluded memories 
were all that were left to me?

Please stranger, take away my name
for it does me no good in this game.

I took a safety pin to my tongue, but still the aftertaste,
the metallic tang. Morbid I watch the blood drip down.

Please stranger, take my place before the mirror,
for perhaps you will see all the clearer.

I took a sleeping pill, are these memories my nightmares?
Or are all these nightmares all my memories?

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Dr.Ram Mehta February 6, 2011 at 1:36 PM memories of the nightmares or nightmares of the memories, sleeping leads you to this type of third eye perception? Madison

Michael J. Falotico February 6, 2011 at 1:26 PM Excellent expressions of true inner feelings...not always easy to put on paper..always Michael

Honesty Oimbo February 6, 2011 at 2:44 AM this is a fine poem