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
Last Updated on August 29, 2015
Tags: choking, roses, silence, quiet, thought, thinking, poem, writing, processing, ideas, lonely, pjclayton, phillipjclayton, artist, writerscafe


Phillip J Clayton
Phillip J Clayton


A visual artist, designer and creative consultant with 15+ years of experience working in the creative industry. As an independent artist, also pursuing a host of personal projects and brands. I wr.. more..