That Which Strangles and Smothers Me

By riverdreams

Asphyxiated in sludge
Its strength I misjudge

Constricted by my own fatalistic point of view
The life I've known is now askew

A silver sheen of grime blankets my skin
It slithers and snakes and bares a grin

This blanket of guilt is my brutality
From which is the wreckage of my reality

The solution to rid this pollution is hard to find
There are no action-oriented thoughts in my mind

Only the invasion of my fatalistic view of that which
strangles and smothers me

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Published on Thursday, October 13, 2005. Filed under: "Reflective" and "Poetry"

Comments on "That Which Strangles and Smothers Me"

On Monday, December 26, 2005, weyvern (80) wrote:

I like this poem although i dont FULLY inderstand it
On Thursday, October 13, 2005, Rone4611 (123) wrote:

interesting anology... or is it a metaphor... I can never remember. it paints a neat picture. good job

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That Which Strangles and Smothers Me

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