Agony

Needles
piercing
my inner thigh
a nausea wave
in my belly
a hundred...

I search for slumberland to seek out those desirable dreams where nothing is as it ought to be nor however...

The game of cards
They played the game every night,
One card, two card, three,
You and...

That morning after the night before
Hangover from hell
Lying on the bathroom floor
...

A cloud of smoke smothers the distant atmosphere yet there is no strong smell wafting in the air here...

The eyelids droop.
Sleep it calls.
The landscape changes.
The mind? It falls.

...

She used to laugh until the cancer came but the day she found out she was never the same
A light...

Title: The Filthy hands
Poet: Steve Anc

Oh filthy hands in a concrete body
And...

Murkiness, miasma stifling me
Visibility is zero-zero impossible to see
Such a smokiness of...

Betwixt bawling in befuddled bafflement well I think I need a muzzle as I sit amusing myself with this...

The darkness is gnawing at my soul
I cannot see the light
Everything feels out of control...

Grief
is when
Epiphany
makes
You
Aware
That
Communication...

Listening to him talk is how it all began
I thought to myself he was the main man
His words...

I hold still here, with thy blood upon my hands,
not heavy in any way about the deed I’ve done....

I lay down on my sofa drifting away within my head then it soon became apparent I was dangling on a thread...

What the hell I am a hamhanded clumsy clot, I haven’t any crockery left coz I have broken the bloody lot...

I’m trying to keep myself stitched together
To stop me from falling apart
So society shall...