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poet zombie
they own me now
memories surging in quicksand
frantic for escape
tearing the sockets of my eyes
crawling their way out
to stalk the moment
every exit a grinning rat
triumphant at my failure
to forget
i survived the shock
of hailstorm naked
prayed to feel hollow
to be strangled by sunshine
to hear the shriek
of cheated time
rejoicing in the saviour
of my own blood spilled
but leaden arms
hold me fast
to a poisoned world
where vines of fear
smother feet
planted deep
in darkest traps
my roots of pain
set forever
firmly anchored
in black
after I'd cut you down
as the swing of the rope
fell still
i offered to rip out my heart
but yours refused to beat
and the only resurrection
was this
Published 14th Jan 2011
| Edited 18th Jul 2012
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15th Jan 2011 1:05pm
The first and last paragraphs are real jewels and hard to find in poetry. You are a magician abra. You are like David Copperfield, the rocking magician.
15th Jan 2011 1:14pm
Thanks Anando - t'would ne nice to think I might end up like the Dickens character one day (rather than the illusionist)
Your feedback is always welcome.
Best ~ Abra
15th Jan 2011 1:10pm
16th Jan 2011 1:00pm
Sometimes life's almost as precarious as the scenic railway in St Kitts isn't it.
16th Jan 2011 1:33pm
i'm kinda feeling the same way... but damn, your words are just haunting! Bravo, amigo.
