Archive for desperation

Froth

Posted in poetry with tags , on April 24, 2010 by Shadow

Needles and spoons and bubbly drugs
He felt good until he felt bad
He went out and searched
All around all the town
And found more stuff from the thugs

Family vanished and left him for dead
He felt nothing not even the dread
His friends were the pains
The misery of the plan
The plan that would bring his deathbed

In the alley, naked without cloth
He lied with his eyes rolled
His memory erased
His life ends thus doth
From his mouth escaped the blood froth

Desert

Posted in poetry, prose, writing with tags on April 22, 2010 by Shadow

The desert is a vast open space where the vitality to live is a rare occurrence.

Death comes to those who venture into the desert.

The bones of dead animals lay scattered in various places.

When one traverses the desert, false images taunt one with the hope that life will come for them, but it never does.

Insects crawl upon the desert floor, hiding the secret of living from the unwary traveler caught beneath the blistering sun.

White light blinds and exhaustion exceeds the desire, and the sand invades the mouth until the last of life is extinguished.

Forgotten, destitute, failed, denied, the desire to live vanishes amid the hallucinations of the angels circling above.

When the vultures come, the wide eyed stare of the dead comforts them.

The meal that is my flesh satisfies their depraved appetites.

Time passes and my hopes become one with the rotted bones of long past.

No one knows, no one ever finds me, dead in the desert that is my mind.