Let Me Out

Broken as the muggy backyard philanthropy
I'm puking again on another cold morning
The hot arteries begin to pound anxiously
Let myself out again but got a warning

Sit down and cover myself in acetone
Soaking the floor the corners begin to close
Mother goose help me learn to not moan
Let myself out again but she knows

Drain out the fried out fluids once more
Passion is such a great and deep confection
Try to wash out the stain but wake from the floor
Let myself out again but paranoia brings affection

Realize how much I love myself again
Sacrifice my body to the pits of hell
It separates the hate from protection
Let myself out again but my heart begins to swell

Listen to all the poor dying souls
They shine positive and strive another day
I lie face down in my own hot coals
Let myself out again but begin to fade away
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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June 23, 2013 at 10:06 PM
Brett, your first poem on the soup is excellent for the readers, Stopping by with a nice and sweet Welcome to Poetry Soup. Wishing you the best when it comes to your poems. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here. Starting with me. SKAT :-) Please drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you like. I would like to be your newest poetry soup fan and "FRIEND"....... God Bless........... Hugs* SKAT
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June 22, 2013 at 12:33 PM
Brett, very deep.... listen to all poor dying souls... epic imagery... Luv~ LINDA
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June 22, 2013 at 7:09 PM
Thank you.
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