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I had passed a while ago

Raped by negativity

impregnated with the seed of evil 

I have let my fingers tangle in the willow

inhaling the air which only dissolves

there is no cure 

A faceless watcher tilts its head in curiosity

foreboding my transition 

I am lost again.

Reviews

[Blogger]

I am first off intrigued by the title to this one. Where do the numbers come from? Is it an phone number or an account number? Or a progression of numbers?

It seems that so much is said in this write in so few words. Very impressive.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

my hope is deceased...raped by negativity...i have given up seeking a cure....no more curiosity of life----

feeling like the edge of dulled blade.

[MomzillaNC]

To me, this poem speaks of such angst… of knowingly abandoning oneself to wrong choices.