crisis

crisis

A Poem by nigrum homonculus
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haven't wrote in a while...so i'm rusty. i'll probably upload 2 others then disappear again as well. this was inspired heavily off an advert i saw...plus some stuff that happened while at work.

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i am the door that closes on your fingers.
i am the abusive partner nobody knows about
i am the shopping your arthritis can't carry.
I am the sweet that gets lodged in your child's throat.
i am the parents that continue to neglect you.
i am the car you didn't look at when you crossed the road.
i am the gang of youths that will rob you blind.
i am the wound that gets infected.
i am the bills you forgot to pay
i am the bills you can't afford to pay
i am the reason you can't sleep at night
i am the reason why you wake up worried
i am a crisis...

and i don't care who you are. 

© 2012 nigrum homonculus


Author's Note

nigrum homonculus
as i said...i am rusty. i don't expect anyone to read this.

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Mayhem commercial? lol

This is fun though! :D

Posted 11 Years Ago


It's not bad. Don't get too rusty tho
82/100

Posted 11 Years Ago


I really like the ending... not bad. c:
I hope you're okay and stuff... just don't stop writing, you should share your amazing talent with the world. :3

Posted 11 Years Ago


nigrum homonculus

11 Years Ago

thanks sabrina. na i won't stop. otherwise i post s**t like this lol. thanks for reading.
xxxrawr_friendxxx

11 Years Ago

No problem ^____^
Pretty cool. Reminds me of a song, can't remember what. Yeah you've had better but you'll get back into it soon. A nice one though

Posted 11 Years Ago


nigrum homonculus

11 Years Ago

thanks for reading man.

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Added on October 24, 2012
Last Updated on October 24, 2012
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nigrum homonculus
nigrum homonculus

london, surrey, United Kingdom



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i have been away from this place for.....lord knows, something like 3-4 years? so i guess all the things i have experienced in that time have to come out somehow you know? so here we are. you're readi.. more..

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