Choking on roses

Choking on roses

A Poem by Phillip J Clayton

It's in the quiet times,
those moments when the job is done.
Whiskey and cigarettes become
comforting whispers.

The silence, obnoxiously deafening.
The mind is a glass room,
thoughts stampeding like raging bulls.

Drunk with emotions, love, hate, revenge.
Why bother...The heart is heavy,
happiness loathes sadness.

Ideas flowing like free w****s,
writing them down only aids in frustration.

Who said, smell the roses?
One with a strange desire I reckon,
a castrating action for mental stimulation.

© 2015 Phillip J Clayton



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Added on August 29, 2015
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Phillip J Clayton
Phillip J Clayton

Jamaica



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I am a visual artist, designer and creative consultant with 10+ years of experience working in the visual arts industry. As an independent artist, I also pursue a host of personal projects and brands... more..

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