Laid To Rest
A swelling at first,
Nothing but a splinter buried under the skin
Still in controle of the base within
It starts to grow
The splinter now a thorn, lodged within the bone
As questions rise as I lower my tone
Consuming me
This feeling down inside,
Eating the skin, taking my pride
As futile attempts
To stop this from becoming
Make it worse, make it cunning
Beating
Ripping
My head is sore
Cheating
Slipping
Fusing me more
The pain has stopped,
The swelling gone down
A smile on my face whilst wearing a frown
Turning my back
On friends I once had
Now as enemies, feeling more glad
What has come to surpass?
To make me feel this way
To change my life, lead me astray
A new reasoning
From within my mind
Laid me to rest leaving me blind?
The ascend of a self within
Eating my bliss, mending its sin
Mark Poole ©
14th July 2006
posted by Mark | 5:44 AM
1 Comments:
A smile on my face whilst wearing a frown. you seem troubled? Frowning uses more muscles than smiling you know, why not try holding a smile or writing about the other side of the poem the unhidden smiley side? might be cool to make something really uplifting and hopeful for the future? x x x
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