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In Torment

Posted to Poetry




My fingers,
cold and numb, fight
struggling to find contentment;
burning inspiration from within
cracked synapse
dot dot dot

insanity moves inward-out,
searing pain jolts the nerves,
obliterating hope,
obliterating Soul

My body sits,
my mind in torment--
beaten down and out--
struggles with the words;
Acidic verse, thick sweat
oozing in beads and soaking my flesh
CLEANS MY DIRTY SKIN
(washing-
WASTING EVERY PART OF me