Susan Benjamin Poet ABC

That Place In My Head

I keep goin back to that place in my head..
That place where streets are cold- dreams are dead nd um always scared..
Even as I try to get stoned..
I see myself being stoned to death with rocks of judgement nd dissapointments..
Head shakes nd many whispers..

I keep goin back to that place in my head..
That place where my bestfriend is a serial killer..
That place where my poetry is the lines on my back from the whips of sorrow..

I keep goin back to that place in my head... 
Nd lately..
I'm beginning to think um crazy..

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Poet Tacito August 6, 2013 at 8:33 AM Ominous & poignant lines here. "That place where my poetry is the lines on my back from the whips of sorrow", it should be "are the lines"...but, the ultimate point is that the line is maddingly intense. I can relate to that. Excellent work!