Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.
Do you like the image of yourself?
can’t feel my face
my jaw is sore
yet still this young blood asks for more
with disregard for time and space
he smashes down the poison
at a rate that surely would
remove from him any
sense of human sin
and still I wait for him to see
the damage he is causing me
as I struggle beneath his weight
his clumsy hands and slurring voice
my heart recalls the gentle man
he used to be
oh my god...well that was the first reaction to be true...its was very,,umm..ture and livid, strong.i liked the poem for its spontanity though...rapid and moving.
Wild and strong!!! I like the darkness in this one!!!