Sunday, July 13, 2014


I can not give what I have not
Already given before I gave
It away to the world at large
From tired and swollen hands
And gushing blood from my heart
Splattered across these electronic
Pages of a murder mystery
I've already spoken in loud
Sounds and untempered cries
Of pain and loneliness bitter
At those who pass by and 
Do not stop to scan this scene 
Scurrying past as fast as last
Time I wrote these words
Cursing the angels of misfortune
Who bear witness of the scorn
Of those who will not see
What feast I've placed before them
Of my bare soul naked 
The bloody remnants of a life
Wasted on too many
Ignored to death
Unseen torture

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