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Absolution

Suffering torment of torturous proportion,

My misery suffers immense distortion.

Free me, please grant absolution!
 

No more release the hounds of pain,

I am driven beyond mortal means of insane!

My blood does the white walls stain…
 

One single deed of utter depravity,

Eats away at my moral rationality,

 I am tired of sharing this cancerous duality.
 

I hate you! My deed is long past,

I seek an end to this sick repast,

It is eating away at me way to fast.
 

Indecipherable scratching’s upon the wall,

Carbon copies of what is inside, that is all,

Every waking moment I seem to just fall and fall…
 

Release me from my mental melancholy!

The self-inflicted suffering in agony,

Is now more of me, than just misery. 
 

Take away my sins,

I am pinned like an insect with pins,

Succinctly tasting freedom as the world spins.
 

My companion, misery taunts,

Brazenly and with scorn he flaunts,

He is me and I am him, in my favourite haunts. 

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Valerie Lynn

Hi Phillip!! Perfect write for misery!! It's as if you are trapped by your own thoughts that keep torturing you...

Indecipherable scratching’s upon the wall,

Carbon copies of what is inside, that is all,

Every waking moment I seem to just fall and fall…

Val ♥️

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Phillip Arthur ...

I imagined myself having done a crime to see if I could live with myself, but with my conscience, I would not be able to, thus this poem. Fun writing it.

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