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In the night
In the dark
No fright
No sight
Intoxication
Tunnel vision
Blurred wisdoms
Emotions burned
Heart of ice
Poetry stagnant
Swamps frozen
Sperm on a dead end street
With all my might
I rise
Fall of chair
If only I could walk
If only there was fresh air
Locked inside my own insanity
In the basement lies my corpse
The museum of lost lovers
All gathered
The paintings on the walls
From concrete fallen
Made of waterfalls
Everyone is running around killing everyone
Barrel bombs and barrels of fun for tyrants numb
Here I am alone, killing only me

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 12/26/2016 3:58:00 AM
Here, you have captured in words EXACTLY how it is for me, night after night after night. Visually stunning, and equally frightening imagery.
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Date: 12/24/2016 2:32:00 PM
I agree with Connie. Brilliant but SO dark, and I fear you truly feel these things, Arthur. This feeling so alone. You are such a great person, I hate knowing you are alone. Sure hope you have people to spend Xmas with. Wishing you a better and brighter new year. The ending of this poem was stellar!!
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Date: 12/23/2016 10:14:00 PM
The sadness gets worse over the Holidays. A brilliant piece my friend! Christmas Blessings, Connie ; )
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Date: 12/23/2016 10:58:00 PM
Thanks Connie, I realized after I hit the post button, this is not exactly a great holiday poem! LOL Merry Christmas!!!
Date: 12/23/2016 8:00:00 PM
I always look forward to reading your poetry. You're truly a very talented artist! Merry Christmas.
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Date: 12/23/2016 9:01:00 AM
I too have not been as inspired mind you my reaction is a bit less dark *lol*. Merry Christmas my friend.
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Date: 12/22/2016 2:04:00 PM
You need to come to Ireland to be replenished by it's beauty and to have a bit of craic agus ceol Arthur.
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Date: 12/22/2016 4:44:00 AM
Deep and dark and so sad Arthur - I'd wondered if some of the lines were titles or lines from some of your other poems on death and depression:-( hugs jan xx
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Date: 12/22/2016 12:03:00 AM
Straight on and hard, Arthur. Cheers, Doug.
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