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Festering Suppositions
Contributed by
isaiyan
on
Thursday, 23rd February 2006 @ 04:26:56 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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The pain is excruciating
the hunger is negatory
a plaguing knowing that once again
that switch could darken the whole
an identity is caught to squirm
gnawing tendons submit
banshees are heard being silent
and everything lets go.
My archangel waits for me there
where i can't reach but i can see
It’s broadcasting a trumpet for all to hear
exterminating the defecation.
we all run to the gate
that remains high and wide
edges that are infinite
fingernails caught in the holes.
The man next to me hands them his hand
they pull him up to separate
he cries a humanitarian plea
and he disappears from my sight
it takes me only a sense
to reach out and to grab
my archangel sees my idolatry
cutting it into two
I leave my gate, i leave my place
heading back to my disdain
to my ambit sacking
to becoming a hornstone crumb.
Copyright © 2006 Adebusola Adesiji
All Rights Reserved
Copyright ©
isaiyan
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2006-02-23 16:26:56] (Date/Time posted on
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