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Wicked Game

Contributed by unknown_utopia on Tuesday, 14th March 2017 @ 03:15:22 PM in AEST
Topic: anguished



In a daze and lost
think I found my way
conflicting thoughts continue to swirl
need to be careful of what I say

from hollow eyes a teardrop falls
as I reminisce
if I knew then what I know now
I would have never fallen for the bliss

unfinished sentences make me manic
can not seem to sleep
who is ever thrilling her
is killing me

my hands made of clay are melting
resistance to the indulgence is useless
can not caress my crucifix
fading life force drips

I am addicted to the pain
it is a wicked game
unresolved conflicts intoxicate me with frustration
it is dangerous
because I am getting use to it.






Copyright © unknown_utopia ... [ 2017-03-14 15:15:22]
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Re: Wicked Game (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Tuesday, 14th March 2017 @ 07:27:51 PM AEST
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Great poem that has all the boxes checked.
I can easily relate with the third stanza especially the first line. A masterclass in anxiety... Brilliant.

James


Re: Wicked Game (User Rating: 1 )
by Invierno on Thursday, 23rd March 2017 @ 10:05:08 AM AEST
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"...it is dangerous
because I am getting use to it."

very insightful line.

Invierno


Re: Wicked Game (User Rating: 1 )
by alicewhite on Wednesday, 19th April 2017 @ 04:53:00 PM AEST
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Hollow painfull fear filled panic feeling constantly telling your gut that you have been forced from the path you had shared with someone for so long wrongfully by forces feeding on your suffering , ? Maybe , that/'/s the thoughts I can/'/t shake and your poem brings this to mind ,x




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