Throat burn

by Sean   Dec 21, 2012


Hot cliche's leave my throat like vomit,
acidic chunks of truth rotting in your ears -
bashed around until only pulped lies enter.
Slowly your blind while he hides behind you,
with one string to the next he quietly surrounds you.

Until the day he controls you.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Nobodys Hero

    Your poetry has really advanced, its been so long since i came here last.
    I cannot see any flaws and your wording produced strong imagery. Amazing job as always.

  • 11 years ago

    by Khalid M Darwish

    Nice write! I liked it.

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