Salve

A cruel and unusual thing is the way you hand down your suffering 

annoiting each loved frown with new oil to boil

 

if it could please you for a second I would say pour it on thick 

slaver and salve.

 

but it's a temporary hit each time sating less than the last

and im running out of thick skin fast

 

Enjoy the walls that bring your words back to you,

i hear the echos are much louder when theres nothing to muffle them 

 

maybe you'll hear yourself scream 

and realise the cost is our dream.

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poetic-cosmo's picture

Great read friend

Deep..u have a way with words 


B~Ur~Self!

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thanks my lovley poetic como

thanks my lovley poetic como good to see you! ;) hugss 


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

allets's picture

Thick Slkin Fading

Patience has limits. Reached, the warnings against continuing the unwanted works nicely in a poem - liked this one ~allets


 

 

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Thanks my wonderful allets!

Thanks my wonderful allets! You cleared that up nicely! ;) 


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am