[february.6.2008.4:21pm]
wipe me from the floor
for my person has spilled
from the voids corroding
through the flesh of my
souls flask.
wipe my essence from
seeping into the ridges
of your nonchalant
attitudes woman hand
woven carpeting.
wipe my cores tears
that stream across the
windshield of my eyes in
sodden melancholy lines
that bear the bittersweet
taste of my pain sweetened
so sourly.
wipe me from the floor
for my existence has
been splattered through
the division of shards of
time being shattered.
wipe me from dying in
the silent death that
compromising relentlessly
provided.
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"bittersweet
taste of my pain sweetened
so sourly."
i enjoyed this poem it reminded me of my encounter last weekend, in a since you put in words exactly how i was feeling at the time of the ordeal even thought at the time i was not enjoying it.
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