Bitter Release

by Daniel DeWig   Apr 23, 2007


Trapped On a Concious Level Nightmare
Awkward, Strange Surreal Forms
Passages Leading Nowhere, Anywhere

Creation of my new found world
Torn, Ripped to Another's Specs
What was My sanity , Slowly fades
And I Smile from a Blank Stare

Past is Gone, Blown on an Acidic Wind
Never to return
Flowing to the Futures
Death,Cold Hand

The Used Sits, Waits, Contemplates
Destiny
While the Ghosts Wander
For a piece of Eternity

A release,
Bitter release

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  • 18 years ago

    by Espoirfailed

    I like the imagery and the word choice. i think your clever use of language gives this poem an almost surreal quality, i really enjoyed reading it.