a final releaseA Poem by GiuliaPoetry is a drug, An escape, an addiction and an illusion of emotion A release Injecting words of poison in my stream The immediate release of agony, I beam My adrenaline has increased as I continue to my next line All that is left is nothing but rhyme My stance has weakened Fumble for aid but my scars have deepened Leaped in, Yet the ink is left on my skin Poetic madness Screams of sadness I am left as an addict Write me a ballad, Inhale a metaphor that is valid Hopefully yours will not involve Pills in attempt to devolve. Poetry is a drug, An escape, an addiction and an illusion of emotion A final release. © 2018 Giulia |
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Added on April 29, 2018 Last Updated on April 29, 2018 AuthorGiuliaCanadaAboutHi! My name is Giulia and I am looking for a platform to share my poetry. I hope to one day come out with a book including the poems/writings I am most proud of. more..Writing
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