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Sunday, October 28, 2012

This Is My Attempt, or Suicide Day

If you ever find me standing fixed
Crying away my fate, give me an ear
Scrape the bottom. Save what once was nixed
Paint pretty all the little things I fear.
Beer-stained promises have never kept
The way a pot of envy always keeps
Go back. Pretend that I have never wept
That I have never mouthed your name in sleep.
My heart is heavy and my ribs are slight
Too weak to hold a beating mass too long
Stand outside the door. Marry the night
For we teeter here twixt right and wrong.
Choose one side of darkness and find its twin
Buried underneath my guilt, within.





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  1. AnonymousNovember 17, 2012 at 12:24 AM

    That "envy" line is killer. Same with the "ribs" line, well done.

    Iambs made a good rhythm.

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