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The Demise of an Aspiring Poet

written by: odonko-ba

@odonkoba

 

Feverishly
Feeding off cod
Discursively meandering
A letting of blood

The culmination of my own
Psychosis coagulated thought
Strangulated nonsense

Drools
Into a pool of
Spew

Desecrated
With frivolous ideas
Emanating
A stench beyond reason
That only I
Find scintillating

Sort of like
Maggots
Ensconced
In putrid libation
I drown
In spasmodic
Maundering

Fumbling about
In lunacy
Hungering obscurity
Self-debasement
Defile me
My every gratitude
The rope is only the tool

Slithering
In filth
Of my own demise
Bathing in its
Deprivation
Thoughts of the rope
Seduce sirens
What chance have I
To deny my fate

The rope is only the tool
Reverberates soundly
Surrounding me of my failures

Swept up in a deluge of self-hatred
The rope is only the tool
Yes!!! Damn You!!!
But I
Prefer the slow
Deprecation
Of the Blade

odonko-ba

odonko-ba

I might not be the smartest apple to fall from the tree but believe me, the resonance of my impact resoundingly reverberates the tree stirring emotions and messaging egos in quiet retribution. I am a moody anti-social introvert. Meaning: I Trust No One. My best friend is myself. My companion ~ my dog.
I write because I must. It is my life-line. My Beacon in a world cloaked in darkness, steadfast upon destruction, blinded by their own selfish needs...I write because I must, to maintain my sanity in an otherwise insane world.
Welcome to my humble sanctum
odonko-ba

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