Organ removal of a dying rose
poem by:
Derek Vincent
Written
on Apr 02, 2015
Dozing off into mist while carving your name into my wrist some may say it raises concern to me it's like floating in a cistern damn this feeling feels so acerbic piercing the ground while it's still acidic why must I be part of a pathetic generation one that never shows the slightest veneration how can love and god be cruel and schismatic your unwanted soul remains iconoclastic making me longing to be dead but you forget the blood bleeds only in my head I never felt so contorted I wish you were aborted without you I have nil you are my only medical pill a life without you present is a gift of a constant oppressant I'm left here all alone with depression left to wallow in my oppression
Tags: love, depressing, pain, hate,
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Shanta commented:
Try to rewrite this when you're not so emotional - there's a lot of potency in your writing, but it must be "cleaned out".
