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My Aching Flesh

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Poems creep along my skin;
They ache to escape from my pen.

But my hands betray me
They stop, they delay

my words are stunted
they make noises they grunted

In my face
Far from commonplace

They scream at full voice
They leave me no choice

my wrists bleed black
the words attack

and tear at my arteries
no place to flee

Until some time, between dawn and dusk
I'm left a hallow husk

The words are written, and I'm totally drained
no more life is left in these vains

until The woman I Love: Calliope,
comes, and breathes life, into me
I've felt tortured on some days. Art is Pain.
© 2012 - 2024 Deus-Suetonius
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starell's avatar
It seems a bit silly to say i love your rhyming on a poem... but i'm going to say it anyways!
Love your rhyming!