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Any life can take a turn.
Paths, pursuits, and passions bright
Suddenly flip. The oils burn
Long after simple layman's night.
She's got the shakes and takes a nap,
But dreaming cannot set her right.
No passion's left for this poor sap.
No shame for her? She'll boast mistakes.
Her accident was no mishap.
Says she still likes the pills she takes.
Her face is almost like a stone
With eyes suggesting lapis lakes.
Her gaze says, "Don't leave me alone,"
Or maybe "Tell me I'm okay."
I can't believe she called my phone.
Her company was manic; enigmatic, in a way.
I hope she heals her misery, but hope she doesn't stay.
- by IMPALER_PRINCE |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 02/22/2011 |
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- Title: Blindsided by a Stranger
- Artist: IMPALER_PRINCE
- Description: This short terza rima piece is based on a recent encounter I had with a mentally unstable degenerate recovering drug addict that I met. I picked her and the mutual friend up to hang out, and during the ride she revealed a lot of dark, highly personal facts about herself that both disturbed intrigued me. This poem is about the disturbing nature of the brush with her soul that I had, and the shameful enigma that I found in her.
- Date: 02/22/2011
- Tags: blindsided stranger depression choices shame
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