Why is this so slow

I used to write
Not daily,
But dosed
Like percs and coke

Like ripping out your own veins
And replacing them with this hold
Like these words
These things
These fucking dreams
That bind you to their mold

And shape you
Create you
In their own gleam
And make into you
Their own

But i don't see
Or feel
That old lingering
Feeling of dread

But still, am surprised
When i don't feel
That reading any of this fed

That old beast
That monster
That should be,
Rightfully laying dead



Poetry by Elliot
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Written on 2017-08-05 at 07:02

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I hope you stay in poetbay. We need this kind of energy. Keep writing and more will come
Ashe
2017-08-29


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Elliot, three inciteful works, very impressive. Welcome to poetbay
Ken (D. Williams)
2017-08-05