Littered and stained
Fettered and maimed
Stabbed of its own content
Coated with rust
And pain and lust
Strangled by words unspent.
Trapped within bars
Shattered to shards
Encased in waves of fright
Searching the seas
Desperately;
For the faintest trace of light.
Ever rebuked
By mute abuse
Ever tortured by guilt
Ever destined
To drown in sin
And weep over ink spilt.
Forced to throw up
Between hiccups
Letters and words and rhymes
Bludgeoned by fate
Smothered by hate
Behold the writer's mind.
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Salt And Ink
Poetry(#1 in Poetry 14th November 2015- 14th December 2015) (5th in What's Hot- Poetry, 20th January 2016) Cover picture- grunge (WeHeartIt) "Prepared thus to close, he raised his knife, Death came later; he was stabbed by life." When my ballpoint buckles...
