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Breaking-Point

October 31, 2013

Hanging on once more by a thread

no place to stand or to tread

feeling half-dead

Waiting for the coming provocation

the devils advocation

a final complication

Twisting, turning, surrounded by fools

which ever direction, nowhere to cool

just more fire burning fuel

Held up still, and moved by strings

to this, that and other things

To me, future nothing brings

Cutting the cord and falling to the ground

a silent, yet deafening sound

of gasps all around

Nothing to land on, nowhere to take my rest

pursuing life, yet with a desperate zest

Now only at the devils behest.

Awaiting the terminal request.

My last conquest:

The departing heave of my chest.

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5 Comments
  1. Incredibly dark and good

  2. such a great poem ya!!!

  3. Incredibly poetic. Never stop writing, there is so much more where this came from.

  4. Incredibly poetic. Never stop writing, there is so much more where this came from.

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