By Devil lyn

i`ve lost that taste for the foul
and the lame
my tongue
is like a wounded animal caught in the vowels
and verses
now my ink
is being hauled in black hearses
and it curses on its way to death


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Copyright 2018 Devil lyn
Published on Thursday, May 31, 2018.     Filed under: "Rage" and "Poetry"

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  • carlosjackal On Saturday, June 2, 2018, carlosjackal (2576)By person wrote:

    Very intelligent write on that fear we all have of writer's block becoming the total death of our ability to write and create.

  • I IS ME On Friday, June 1, 2018, I IS ME (351)By person wrote:

    Short but complete, well done.

  • Jonas Robinson On Friday, June 1, 2018, Jonas Robinson (984)By person wrote:

    It takes a smart person to write on the verge of death. It might just keep you from doing it too.

  • dwells On Thursday, May 31, 2018, dwells (5703)By person wrote:

    The final verse is in the hearse; while life goes on and we re.hearse :) Cheers DL and just let it happen for the muse is a fickle passenger, and only a hitch hiker ultimately - Dan

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