Losing the Life I Lost
The festering, muteness,
lost without words.
Decaying thought,
lost in a pool of mistrust.
My anger, flows,
just a reopened wound.
My discord, breathing,
foul stench of rotting beliefs.
The mind, deceived,
forever in a place locked.
Destruction of self,
lying to escape this dread.
My sorrow, ingrained,
just like the words I spoke.
My emotion, slipping,
for I nothing left to feel.
The body, racked,
beating of lost movement.
Despair of flesh,
rending from the bone.
My disgust, growing,
just like the welts upon my hands.
My loss, increasing,
with every step I take.
Copyright © Ian Richardson | Year Posted 2005
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