I gaze into eyes bold and cold
I gaze into eyes bold and cold and find a
Barren tortured soul on a journey
To a place in her own bewildered imaginary
World
There is another world out there for which
She dose not care she has her own
Bitter crosses to bear
She has a limited sense of smell and the
Nausea makes her feel like hell
She gasps for air
Her nosebleeds have increased
And due to her chronic hoarseness her voice
You can hardly hear
Her state of being is impoverished
Her heart is out of rhythm and her rhythm
Has no heart
She has lost the purpose of life's solemn
Path
She clutches her abdomen as sudden pain
Strikes
Yet, she continues on her perilous flight
Her seizures have increased and headaches
More severe but they only serve to
Accentuate the reality of her very real fear
She once had love and friends who were
Dear now her life is in total disrepair
And death lurks
As a consequence, of her euphoric chemical
Exploits
And life she says is so full of paranoid jerks
The only friends she has is the devil
In disguise
And the prostitutes in white whose favors
Come In little plastic zip loc bags
Earl S. Jackson
Aug 2006,
Copyright © 2006 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved
Poetry by Earl Jackson
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Written on 2006-09-02 at 03:01
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