Challenge
"No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness." ~Aristotle.
Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or prose. All prospective philosophers and aspiring lunatics invited.
Don’t
Don’t tell me your hot lava lies
Burning down my ears
Sinking into my skin like somber cries,
You’re the one who gave up on us
Sucked the life out of me
Then disappeared like dust,
I’m clawing the walls to feel alive
While you pretend to listen
I witness your pleasure in seeing me deprived,
Remember when we said we wouldn’t do this?
It wasn’t long ago that day on the beach
Or maybe you were just taking the piss,
In any case I’m done, the sea’s a better choice
Im on my way there now
I’m going to find my buried voice,
The stones I throw are the remnants of you
I’ve emptied the beach of them
My broken heart was the last I threw.
Don’t
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