tobeistohope Posted August 1, 2010 Report Share Posted August 1, 2010 I wrote this poem and felt like sharing it. Lala, I got the idea for the poem from your signature that talks about the "mediator". THE MEDIATORThe mediator of my mind eavesdrops carefully.Piercing pupils invade my being.Naked secrets, unveiled fears.Jailed wrath like hovering hail.Oozing frustration, nausiating despair.Beautiful blood, small and scarlet, trickling.Uncried tears scream confusion.Dangerous drugs, empty bottles.The voice beckons me sleep, sleep, sleep,Sleep and escape the mad melancholy.Deafening dreams of deliverance.Locked doors, metal and flesh.My heart pumps wildly, bending the bars that bind it.The mediaator claws through me slowly and painfully.Days to weeks to months to years he heals the scars. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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