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I possess an illness,an addiction to your drug.A sip of rose wineand conversation intoxicates me,and I am left cravingthe petals of your rose.Symptoms of lonelinessand the longing for you,I have no regretsfor my addiction to you.Your beauty is thus...
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From lust to frost,romance to regret,from fall to winter.Our passions have wintered.Yielding to loneliness -this season of surrender!Shared wintry breaths chilled our spirits.Our fleeting emotions wintering our love.Our passing trusts, now only wintery words.This crestfallen experience with you!We wilted,...
This makes one think of the fall and how things seem to be dying but spring comes and something new can bloom Nice
” then can the silence of tears”
I think you mean, “then came the silence of tears”
I love the last image of this piece, Daniel.
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I am a prisoner behind my eyes.Oh! There is no gatekeeper!I am trapped forever by psychosis.And there is no quality of life here within.My mind is a padded prison cellwhere restrained, I throw myself into the walls.I scream for...
There is no escape, sometimes I’m grateful for the walls because if they weren’t there then there would be nothing to bang my head against. The only thing here to grasp onto is pain. Your poem really captures this hopelessness, maybe there is no reply but there are ears out there waiting.
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“I’m dead inside” you say.Like a graveyardat midnight.No mourners hereto trod untroddenpaths by your headstone.Soulless and moonlit,an empty body,a starless night sky.Heretic prayers,unheard, fall onsilent winds.I call your name,wordless in myincantation.I yearn tofeel youbreathe inside me.Take this lifelesscarcass and...
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“Nurtured by sorrows in childhood”…what the hell does that even mean?I thought it, I wrote it.I lived it, I remember it…A child in darkness puts hell in ovation…but where was my heaven?I swear I was touched once then…by an...
Other heals me temporarily like a drug. But then the signs and symptoms of depression come back and I have e to write and publish more.
It’s a lifelong battle, Daniel. Powerfully penned my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Oh, Daniel… yes! yes! yes! Just like that. Don’t stop.
I have no regrets for your addiction either