Waste

Waste

A Poem by Phillip J Clayton

Born hanged with a black tongue,
speaking tainted truths.
Devoured by torment,
defined by pain.

Hate consumes me,
rage gives me strength;
Fear devours me.

Her legs bleed life...

Possessed by legions of a past,
convictions ripped a part.
Salt the earth and watch it die,
angels become demons,
their truths falsified.  

© 2017 Phillip J Clayton



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Added on February 2, 2017
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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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