Thursday, October 05, 2006

The Nature of Despair

An abandoned space,
Offering no warmth, there is only-

The taint of spilled beer
On the lipless walls,

The pollution of over-hasty excrement
Hanging in the air,

The promise of release in the drained syringes
lying exhausted on the floor.

A space so silent
You can almost hear
The whisper of your sanity sliding
out the space underneath the door,
Leaving behind madness,
And it's hungry gaping grin.

A cold clenches the lungs with angry fists. You can’t
.....breathe. And all that is squeezed out of you in the end
Are sharp tears thick and portentous as a newborn baby’s choked cries
As it enters our world.


Blogger Plus Ultra said...

Oops thir paragraph!!!!!You last but one paragraph, I like that very much!! and the last three lines too!

3:40 PM  
Blogger iamnasra said...

Totaly much poetry to linger...

1:43 AM  
Blogger Medusa aka expiringpoet said...

Thank you plus and nasra :) Kind of you both to drop by. So sorry it has taken me this long to respond :(

8:45 AM  
Blogger J. Andrew Lockhart said...

Wow -- very powerful!

8:20 PM  
Blogger Medusa aka expiringpoet said...

Thanks Andrew, so are your haikus my dear!

8:28 PM  
Blogger shanna baldwin-moore.... hawaiian haiku said...

im enjoying your poetry you are very good
from the big island of Hawaii

9:08 PM  
Blogger Medusa aka expiringpoet said...

Aloha Shanna!
Thanks for visiting my blog! Hawaiian haikus...WOW! :)))

9:20 AM  
Blogger Amalendu said...

You have lovely poems here Medusa...I loved the lines "A space so silent
You can almost hear"...

2:25 AM  
Blogger J. Andrew Lockhart said...

where have you been? I miss your poetry! :(

12:04 AM  
Blogger Canis lupus said...

gd stuff down here...

humbled by yr poems..


4:28 AM  

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