![]() AffectationA Poem by Dennis ShanabergForty 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 ShanabergReviews
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5 Reviews Added on April 24, 2014 Last Updated on April 24, 2014 Author![]() Dennis ShanabergMentor, OHAboutAbout my Life… It’s a preface far too long For anyone to read. It’s growing longer everyday. Filled with love and laughter, life and greed. more..Writing
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