Orgasm of Sadness
images pour erratically
falling on eyelashes
tears fueling my pen
always the sadness
finds me waiting
wrenching emotion
twisting my heart
in a vice grip
can't stop the images
from driving me insane
raped and murdered eyes
pleading for children
drowned beneath
adult oppression
and addiction
it's the emptiness
that I write
a cursed
social consciousness
that blinds
I don't write love
for it lies
can't find happiness
to send to my pen
for it lays behind
my eyes
a tired whore
spent and overused
with too much hype
can't even pen security
never found that either
under blankets or kisses
not even in hardened urges
that deflate just as quickly
conveying only want and need
no I write of sadness
I return there
a drunk to cheap wine
guzzling my addiction
with lust
it holds me safe
for it is familiar
I live it
I see it
it knows my name
and I know its
we are intimate
sadness and I
a couple
twisted together
in some grotesque
sexual position
culiminating in ******
with my depressed pen
Copyright © Bernadette Langer | Year Posted 2007
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