Poem -

Dead Man's Eyes...

Dead Man's Eyes...

I eat on the same table as regret, honesty and hate!Β 
Starving myself from the truth, happiness is too late,
On Sundays, I'm praying to the unknown breed,
Like an animal to it's prey, I'm hungry for a fruitful seed.

I'm preaching to the world with dead man's eyes, I can see my hearse,
Flowers bloom where I lay, I cant find a way out of this tortured curse,
Like roses that bleed, tears fall as the heart subsides,
Still I wander this earth helpless, living a life being blind.
I walk this land with dead man's eyes,
Dead man's eyes.

Empty seats but shadows appear, ghosts surround my soul with guilty fear,Β 
Voices and demons caress my late night thoughts as the liquid still pours,
Twisted memories of happy laughter, I can still hear a life ever after,
As the rage grows I suppress the urge, I remind the devil, I can live and learn.

I feel the twitch,Β 
I dig that ditch,
Flesh like mince,
A timeless glitch,
Skin that I stitch,
Never slept since,
I feel it coming on,Β 
My thirst is too strong!

Please I surrender!
I surrender to this aching need!
Layers of my skin, I shed only to be innocent,Β 
I plead to the lonely elephant in my hollow cage,
I force this feeling, only to rid myself of this pain,

So I sit at this table spitting teeth out,
One after another like a nightmare in sleepless doubt,
One foot in front of the other, step after step, I walk blind with dead man's eyesΒ 
With dead man's eyes,
Heightened senses of a guilt ridden soul,
Still with empty seats like unforgiven ghosts.
Hear me now,
Please! hear me now,
I'm at the table with dead man's eyes,
With dead man's eyes...

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Sarfraz Ahmed

This is amazing! What a kaleidoscope of colours mixed into a poetic form. Love it. More please I am addicted!Β 

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Wayne Stubbs

Wow!! Thanks very much for your excellent comment πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ˜Š

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Cherie Leigh

Oh wow!Β  I feel sorry for him,Β  Wayne...especially with the pandemic going on now, and how he feels dead inside from life...and possibly from drug addiciions that torment him?Β  Great write.Β 

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Wayne Stubbs

Thanks very much, I'm intruiged InΒ  Β your perception within this piece, thanks for your brilliant insight of where this takes you πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ˜Š

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Being Me

I eat on the same table as regret, honesty and hate!Β 
Starving myself from the truth, happiness is too late,

I love these lines, Wayne! They drew me straight in and I knew I just had to read the rest of the poem. Very dark but very good 🌷x

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Wayne Stubbs

πŸ™ˆπŸ€£ thanks very much for saying so, you're too kind! I love those lines too haha πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ˜Š

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