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
Last Updated on February 7, 2017

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Phillip J Clayton
Phillip J Clayton

Jamaica



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In 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..

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