Shaking on a ledge...A Poem by Phillip J Clayton Dedicated to an unforgotten friend... Prescribed pain. Needles tearing skin. Killing memories... Veins, all roads lead to death. A gun in shaky hands. Legs are heavy... Standing fully armed, A bottle in hand, Steering into black, Heart ripped from the chest...a scream! I will never be like you! Sadness, a comforting friend. Flirting with a ledge, death smiling back. Pull the trigger! Voices on replay... Close your eyes and dream of better days. A violent lull to sleep. Life, a treasure not meant to keep. The sun blackened by the day. Embrace the end... I ask you now, let me be. There's nothing left... © 2012 Phillip J Clayton |
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Added on July 9, 2012 Last Updated on July 9, 2012 Author
Phillip J ClaytonJamaicaAboutIn the professional space, I am almost a diety... I say that with the greatest of humility. In my personal life I am frail and a primitive man... Self-actualization is not all it's cracked up to be. .. more..Writing
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