Organ removal of a dying rose

poem by: Derek Vincent
Written on Apr 02, 2015

Dozing off into mist
while carving your name into my wrist
some may say it raises concern
to me it's like floating in a cistern
damn this feeling feels so acerbic
piercing the ground while it's still acidic
why must I be part of a pathetic generation
one that never shows the slightest veneration
how can love and god be cruel and schismatic
your unwanted soul remains iconoclastic
making me longing to be dead
but you forget the blood bleeds only in my head
I never felt so contorted
I wish you were aborted
without you I have nil
you are my only medical pill
a life without you present
is a gift of a constant oppressant
I'm left here all alone with depression
left to wallow in my oppression

 

Tags: love, depressing, pain, hate,

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Shanta commented:
Try to rewrite this when you're not so emotional - there's a lot of potency in your writing, but it must be "cleaned out".

 

 

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