Handcuffs for Chief Craig who snuffs!
No longer seems one who bluffs,
Empty his third boxed up Snuff;
I could not help “An Enough!”
The act capturing as duff,
Performer to nostrils rough…
Pity had I for Craig’s nose
Brownish Powder hoped to close:
Bad Air spreads each time it blows,
East/West: wherever it goes…
Craig’s fights with snuff getting tough,
Off Craig should his thick skin slough;
Keep I shall for him voice gruff
But for a Chief not him cuff.
I tried to reach out, blink in silence and say my words, but there is a lost syllable and a forgiven diction. I buried my art, my passion.
I tried to tear my skin apart, carve in silence and swim in the blood, but there is a broken knife and a tired hand. I buried my sorrow, my passion.
i tried to hold your hand, glimpse in your heart and kiss it close, but there is a fragile door and the locks made of dead petals. i buried my love, my passion.
"I went back to the grave, holding your favourite lilies. I dig slowly beside you and reach the metal clank. I loved you passionately and obsessively.
The box handle creaks and opens, a canvas with dried blood stains, a half fractured knife and the unsent letters.
a lady walks up to me, handcuffs me back and requests that i slowly move away from the evidence and let go".
I buried your body, my passion.
Sore shoulders
Rough nightmares
In my sacred pillow
An unexpected message
From the past
Under a new name
I feel the hair on my neck tingle
I'm being watched
An autumn has passed
So much has been done
So much cannot be undone
I wake in fear
Exhale in relief
The weight has
Already been lifted
My hands aren't tied
To a detonating bomb
I rub my wrists
Free
But weirdly uncomfortable
To not have the
Handcuffs of lead
on my wrists anymore
What is a detox?
When you get put on different medications
with the same list of frustrations
I am a patient patient
but sometimes I lose my patience
All these pill bottles keep my heart racing
all these pill bottles keep my feet pacing
all these pill bottles keep my mind chasing
trying to deal with my past but there is no erasing
I am young but feel like a old soul
took the medications played my role
I went to two too many doctors it took a toll
one day I will be free from these chemical handcuffs that's my goal. -TA
handcuffs latch
locked tight
key was lost
in time
never able
to be found
again
lost forever
within the
sands of
the hourglass
of the hidden
past self that
has ran away
never to break
free from the
glass prison
of the hourglass
of the subconscious mind
this i confess
i got arested
it was bad stuff
i got
HANDCUFF
Shackled by the past
But I am the one
The one who holds the keys
Will I ever escape
All of the tragic memories
Will I break free
Of what here that is holding me
I know the answer
To the questions that I seek
Are hidden in my soul
Just waiting for a chance to speak
I bide my time
Just drudging through my days
As this mind of mine
Searches all the ways
There is no one here to blame
As I make my way through this maze
In my minds eye
I can see
I have been given
The handcuffs with the keys
The End
By Greg P
Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION
JSLambert
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