Gallows
By With love_Crow
Leave these words to rust
Among the tools of my destruction
Bronzed and dated from frequent
use
The only proof of self abuse
Old and worn is this
noose
Hung from beams of lyrical structures
And a neck awaits
its itch
The rough caress of woven stitch
Fingers ache,
begin to twitch
Is it time to kick the chair
From beneath misguided
feet
Leave a broken, wooden seat
And the taste of it is
sweet
But a thought convicts my reason
Making bitter my desires
And the voices little liars
But soon my strength expires
And my chances will be gone
No one knows of my decision
I don't
wish to raise suspicion
So I've come to my conclusion
Suffocation
does not appeal
I'd rather sink within my verses
Choke on them
as though they're curses
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Copyright 2012 With love_Crow
Published on Sunday, February 19, 2012.
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A former member wrote:
So vivid, and just fantastic
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On Monday, February 20, 2012, dwells
(4284) wrote:
Much better way to go in the long run I'm sure. What powers of description you posess, well done, too real, and a cool simile too!
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On Monday, February 20, 2012, rosemaiden
(185) wrote:
I love how well this poem flowed.........it kept me on edge......im glad the verses won its the best way :) cause you write so beautifully