Queen of Waste

Trace around my body
Fill me with blank space
So much left to alter
Just cut away the waste

Red eyes from the ultimate high
Dizzy rage in which I engage
Fornicate my mind and faith
And leave me with what little remains

I've been holding my breath so long now
The inclination to open's escaped me
And the thought that I could go now
Is held by the lack of care restraining

Trace around my body
Fill me with blank space
So much left to alter
Landfill of human waste

Red eyes from this ultimate high
Dizzy rage in which I engage
Fornicate my mind and faith
You can try to revive what little remains

I've been counting the moments so long now
My heart beats at an irregular pace
What do you call these instances in-between?
Time itself won't show its face

Trace around my body
Scribble in the blank space
So much has been altered
What a waste

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SSmoothie's picture

Exellent!

mind and faith... inclination to breathe... Magnificent poem with solid and affecting ideas! Congrats loved it!!! SS


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Your poem

Dear Nicole,

I enjoyed reading your poem entitled - Wrap My Corpse In Laces very much...Insipient pessimism with adolescent rage made this marvellous. Best wishes,
With love,

Dr S T WALI


Dr S T Wali
Pediatrician/Pediatric HIV Specialist
New Delhi-110001