Living Hell

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Living Hell

Blues
pounding
off beat
heart
lights
fading out
Reality
dances in
satin
white,
ghostly
haunting
the day
Nightmare-ish
dreams
become
the sun
eclipsed
on
faith
sentenced to
deaths
row
flickering
stars
fall
burning
the rain
passing
blue
clouds
shadowing
earth
sleepless
pillow
buries
my breath
failure
have I
discontinued
tokens
replace
a pot
of
gold
Heirs
of blood
stained
pages
Prince
of night
flies
assembled
for
dishonor
ring
the
bell
for
Hell
is
here

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

PoeticLiqueur’s Poems (29)

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Agony 1
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No More Room 0
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Living Hell 0
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Nothing 0
Naked 2
So Untitled 1