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Da Da Doom

Perhaps you demons will let me sleep,
Now that I’ve fulfilled my blood soaked oath,
Now that I’ve wrung my hands and neck,
Towards the prick I nearly sway -

Remind me of normality.
Drop to your knee – in front of me
and catch these screams in bowls of bronze,
Your tongs remove my heart – my lungs.

There is no rhyme.
There is no meter.
If I cared more…
I’d
write
this
neater.

It pains. It hurts. It makes me shiver.
If only there was a pill which could deliver
the gorilla from the cage…
a star from a puddle…
the muddle from my cuddle….
the ice from my heart.

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Comments

  • Blake Steele
    Blake Steelealmost 4 years ago

    Good medicine, gorilla, star, muddle, cuddle poetess.

  • Mark Ramstead
    Mark Ramsteadalmost 4 years ago

    Rest in peaces…

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