My Own Hell
My Own Hell
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Laughing, slapping, hear 'em clapping
something in my mind is snapping,
snapping like a bloodied bone,
problem is, I'm all alone...
...
Dying, trying, you're not buying,
buying what just isn't true;
trying to relate to you—
why I do the things I do...
...
Willing, killing, it's fulfilling,
fulfilling bouts of ecstasy;
while I watch you slowly bleed,
joyously, my demons feed...
...
Slumming, drumming; hear the humming,
humming of the bullets' song?
Sings to me sweet songs of death,
caring not what I have left...
...
Burning, yearning, skin is turning,
turning to a blistered boil.
Boiling, roiling, muscles toiling,
toiling in life's fetid soil.
...
Screaming, gleaming, maggots teeming,
teeming through my every pore.
Pouring sweat here where I dwell—
fiery pits of my own hell...
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Yet again this poem is very me. I recently wrote a one titled Maggots but it wasn't very palatable. That's just me being myself though.
Take care - Syd
I read it and thought it was grrrrrrrreat, Syd.
I believe I left a comment about it, I'm not too sure about that.
I did read it, though.
Those pinkish looking maggots were disgusting, heh-heh.
Thank you for taking the time to stop by and read this rare freestyle offering from me.
As always, I am very grateful for your kind support.
All the best,
~Dean ♪♣♫?♫♠♪
It seems words can be a savior and a savior simultaneously for some...... this is another striking insight dear poet brother...... BEAUTIFULLY delivered !!......I would not have thought that you would be uncomfortable in crowds...... interesting stuff!!......thanx so much for sharing this DEAN!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo ??✴❤❤✴?
Thanks, sweet "T".
Yep, I'm afraid it's true. I get very nervous in crowds.
That is partially due to my PTSD, or so my therapist told me.
It's also the reason I have a problem using a cell phone...or any telephone for that matter.
I don't like talking on the damn things.
But, with my heart as damaged as it is I got one to help put my Mom's and my daughter's minds at ease.
Anyhow, I'm glad you enjoyed this rare foray of mine into the realms of free verse.
As always, it's appreciated, bro'.
~Dean ❤️ & ?
So I decided to creep today, have not been able to be on here lately been really busy and I LOVE this poem, for I did not read it but I was singing it, I know I am such a strange person ha ha.... Your words just flowed right off my tongue and sucked me right in.
I haven't been on Cosmo much in the past couple of days myself, Tara.
Well, except for a little while earlier today.
I don't think what you said was weird, not in the least.
I do appreciate you taking the time to read and comment on this even if my response is long in coming.
Pleasant screams, my dear.
Heh-heh-heh...
~Dean ;)
This really is a powerful message from the heart. Thank you for sharing, pinned for pondering later xxxx <3<3<3
I promise, no rambling this time, Lucy.
Suffice it to say, I am extremely grateful for your generous support and I'm really glad you enjoyed the poem.
Pleasant screams...
~Dean ♥??☠♥
Very intense poetry like it especially the title I wrote a couple new ones
if you take a look angel.
Thank you very much, Angel. I sincerely appreciate your feedback on this and I'm glad you enjoyed the poem.
I will take a look at your portfolio to see what you've got.
Best wishes, and pleasant screams!
~Dean ☼ ♣~?~♠ ☽