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Poem Details
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| Title: | The Hunger |
| Author: | Lorraine Fritsch |
| Date Submitted: | 3/13/2022 |
| Email: | lorrainefritsch33@gmail.com |
| Poem: |
Sitting on the edge of obsidian darkness Smoke fills my cold empty apartment Whistles ringing, sirens screaming A kaleidoscope of images fleeting Nameless faces, chatterboxes Babbling baboons, mane coons Doctors, gurus words they mutter Just nonsensical blunders they utter Exhausted, confused, battered and bruised From chemicals that have been emphatically infused With reckless emotion I hunger the potion That ends this relentless chain of pain That leaves me indelibly labeled insane And when I dream of peace pervading my soul Taking me in from the vicious cold I wake up to the sound of the real world’s bell Only to return to my living hell.... |