Going Under
Time anesthetized absent
choice, guardian of self, removed
The seamless void revealed
by malevolent stares
from besmirchers
with death in their glances
Or isolated circumstances
A sole purpose of unencumbered
of unconnected
Similarities, fanciful memories
desperately placed
Fears of sulking rage, lust
murderous anger
ferocious hunger loose to rampage
Or surety of what?s unknown
having cut the beast
grinding incessant
to morph all that's sharp
into limp, quiet stubs
doubtless latent good would occur
but not enough to keep the good secure














Comments
I believe my poem about a blackout would simply be this (see below)
that's it (see above)
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Here's my whole life described in a sentence for you to judge in a second.
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Your fears are tools for manipulators. Take a little salt with the sauce. It'll make you smile.
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