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L – Week 8 Poetry

He screams wake up
I am awake!
and i’m terrified
those who have awoken
prefer the bliss of
ignorant sleep
———————
Through my lips sleeps
the tongue of a lizard
beneath these heavy lids
reptile eyes, blood cool
and skin sleek
I cannot awake
while the world is
so
weak
——————
Mortal
Mortal
Mortal
I am but
Mortal
but my words
these words
scribbles of conscience
tracks of thought patterns
are eternal

—————–
I am hellbound
straight from this accursed
ticky-tack town
with its pristine
ticky-tack boxes
and ticky-tack people
with enough ticky-tack audacity
to mock me
but I hurtle hellbound
with reckless abandon
to escape their
sticky ticky-tack
promises of change 

 

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