More making sense of my thoughts..


Tortured Treasure

The demons are out to play
Thoughts ripped away like paper
Torn and blown in the wind
Kindness choked in agony
The rusted past
of fragmented memories
Slice the breath of humanity
Until truth and lies
are one and the same
Anger sleeps
In a bed of wasted time
Burning my youth to a cinder
I wish I knew
The truth that evades my solace
Hope is a hybrid
of medicated dreams
I wonder sometimes
If there is a smile left standing




Poetry by Only1way2go
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Written on 2011-08-18 at 20:17

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Tortured indeed...
A very sinister piece, full to the brim with death and decay like an Autumn leaf whipped up incessantly by a strengthening hailstorm.
Excellent structure, too: each line packs a punch.
Stern stuff!
2011-08-18