Beneath my dim pride
many thoughts poison my soul -
drink up and be done.
Copyright
© 2013 by Simon Austin
Sunday, 24 November 2013
Monday, 11 November 2013
Scars
My poor hands,
Sore,
Raw and weathered,
Tethered to the hate
Of myself.
A wealth of pity
Undeserved
Scarring my knuckles,
Buckles at the loss
Of control.
The soul wretches,
Stretches the skin
And in they go
Slow.
The tears come,
Fears undone
As the revoltion
Burns with acidity,
The loss of lucidity -
Instant.
Stars fill my eyes
And I cry at the scars
That have opened
Like a door
Once more
Upon my poor,
Poor hands.
Copyright © 2013 by Simon Austin
Sore,
Raw and weathered,
Tethered to the hate
Of myself.
A wealth of pity
Undeserved
Scarring my knuckles,
Buckles at the loss
Of control.
The soul wretches,
Stretches the skin
And in they go
Slow.
The tears come,
Fears undone
As the revoltion
Burns with acidity,
The loss of lucidity -
Instant.
Stars fill my eyes
And I cry at the scars
That have opened
Like a door
Once more
Upon my poor,
Poor hands.
Copyright © 2013 by Simon Austin
Sunday, 10 November 2013
Clarity
I will never see
the wood for the many trees -
burn the forest down.
Copyright © 2013 by Simon Austin
the wood for the many trees -
burn the forest down.
Copyright © 2013 by Simon Austin
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