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Phantom Wall

I have so many secrets locked up,
behind yet a phantom wall,
never listened as I crawled
over to the vines hanging tall,
and an artist forever draws
the singular and not a changing
as I toss and itch & sigh
notes illustrating withdrawals
The sketching of a doomed artist
sitting up & was once creative,
cracked eggs spills the flaws
sickness hesitating dying claws
to fill the rumble of hunger pangs
becoming like a chorus sang....
Deathly needs an over-haul.

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Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 8/20/2025 4:40:00 PM

The 'phantom wall' was a fabulous imagery that set the tone and message for your poem, one of personal struggle. Well done, sir!

Tom Woody

Date: 8/20/2025 4:59:00 AM

Those first two lines say much. Keeping things inside without a vent can be self destructive. Alcohol and drugs only make things worse. Powerful poetry Ryan

Ryan Geoffrey Hayward
Date: 8/20/2025 6:20:00 AM

Thank-you Tom and I agree that the Lyrica and Alcohol may make me feel good for a day but the counter-effects being depressive drugs just makes the depression much worse when coming down. Drugs are horrible for the most part.