Affectation

Affectation

A Poem by Dennis Shanaberg

Forty lashes to my broken back

Till you're laughin’--Spinal Tap.

Broken, humerus, unlikely facts--

Lacerations seeping black.


That’s all there’s left behind blue eyes,

Save aura’s of blinding light.

Cannot move without my sight.

Closed lids, my eternal night.


Driving spikes through heady temples

While they each worship themselves,

Pounded in percussion trebled--

Piercing through that empty shell.


Drumbeats to hearing tympani

Till all sound becomes  a whir.

A faulty-timed dark symphony

Where the harmony’s unsure.


My voice can no longer tell of it

Captured in ocean’s deep,

And no one pulls me up from depths

Drifting onto eternal sleep.


From dusty days to ashen face,

The pain begins to show.

My skin is thin like faded lace,

And “why?” no one cares to know.


Breaking down old body and soul,

I find I’m solely responsible.

A pain like you have never known

Till at last it swallows me whole.


No longer fire, just dull aches

That never start to fade.

Till my soul harbors no more sparks,

Just a lousy life I’ve come to hate.

© 2014 Dennis Shanaberg


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Very deep and intense Yet sad at the same time.


Nicely written.


From dusty days to ashen face,

The pain begins to show.

My skin is thin like faded lace,

And “why?” no one cares to know.




Breaking down old body and soul,

I find I’m solely responsible.

A pain like you have never known

Till at last it swallows me whole.


Blessings. Benita/ Kindred poet

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Pax
This piece made me sad, or I see myself on it, i feel the sparks had gone old or faded into the shades of gray, but really that doesn't stop me from living despite the things i hate... reminds me so much about my piece : "I dislike how I ate my own hate, swallowed till it reach the gate" - that was an excerpt on my piece. YOu did great here... keep it up!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Very good flow of thoughts.
"Breaking down old body and soul,
I find I’m solely responsible.
A pain like you have never known
Till at last it swallows me whole."
The above lines can be true for the most of us. Feel like we are living and doing nothing. No weakness in the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


That is some intense writing there!

Posted 10 Years Ago


awesome write right here I can say :) loving your poetry

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Dennis Shanaberg
Dennis Shanaberg

Mentor, OH



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