The Verdict Is In
Troubled Times of Turmoil
Coming back around again
Curses; always foiled!
My agonized and worried Brain!
Like an Army of Needles-
Poking; prodding!
As Agents of Evil,
Laughing; applauding!
Stabbing every inch of me-
Tear my flesh; scar my Soul
Cannot run; cannot flee!
Leave me raw; leave me exposed!
Find me G-U-I-L-T-Y
Mind is F-I-L-T-H-Y
Kill me Q-U-I-C-K-L-Y
*Another old experimental piece I found
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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