Attacking canvas
Creating a Lord for everyone to see
Plain white T shirts float over sweetwaters
Education sinks into red sea
The bottom where I lay me
The top where I can’t see
There’s no middle; I can’t be
Trapped in homemade hell
Feeling the effects from which I fell
Heartbroken
No food to sell
Lost in transition plagued by inhibition
Fingers keep sliding
Emotions keep burning
Knives kept stabbing
Silver kept shining
Bloody ears still ring
I can’t hear the song I sing
Curtains never shut
Patient strings cut
Two-faced feet don’t sit
Conscience full of shit
© 2010 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.
4 comments:
Very sensory, good work!
love the title,
brilliant thoughts..
Thanks for contributing to potluck week 12.
you rock!
I like the words you used, the confidence in the flow. Knives kept stabbing, silver kept shining is the part that will stay with me. very nice!
From where to quote? each and every line is sheer reality .. true real pure emotion.
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