Before they even scratch my skin,
before they even enter my mind,
those hallucinatory voices linger,
and scream into my ears.
What was once soft whisperings,
has deterioted into shouted accusations.
But I will never capitulate! I will never succumb to the ideation of suicide!
I was not born to be a criminal,
nor be a suicide young in the grave.
Poetry possessing the precision
that I can produce these days,
keeps me alive. Survival has always
been my game. With pen and ink,
I create storms on the page,
I create the hauntingly beautiful.








Crisp… vivid… authentic…
Thank you! You’re still a better poet than I.
Hauntingly beautiful write, Daniel. Into the book it belongs. Such powerful honesty my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
You
Are poetry, Daniel.
Keep doing you.