Head Sprung
This is love like a gun.
I love the negativity
It's in my brain.
Like a cancer.
Soul searching left me alone.
Leave me
Here by the dust.
It will be my grave.
Look about the room.
The painting on the wall.
Beautiful padding...
The terror of it all.
And there's nothing left to break.
Yes, and it's based on somethings that happened to me. This one didn't really have any hidden meaning, it really let up to the last line that I love. Especially when I read it.
Tried to post a comment here but I don't think it took. Derek...it is about an 'asylum'. Or at least the one in my head. The whole point of this poem was actually the last line. I really enjoy reading it. Have you tried audio blogger?
Nice... speaks to me of the pleasure of expressing "dark" poetry... and also of the near-frustration of having a life that does not inspire "dark" thoughts... excellent ~JG~
-posted by Nobius 1:41 AM 
