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leahjohnston — The Anatomy of Desire
Published: 2011-03-31 11:08:36 +0000 UTC; Views: 1407; Favourites: 28; Downloads: 1
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The soliloquy of selfserenades the funeral procession of my life.
Now it is time to bid our farewells.
Now we must craft some meaning from
This heap of dead dreams.
I linger
In the cocoon of my breast.
I see my face
Only through
The distortions of my own lens,
And through the glass of midnight-delusions
That shatter
Every time I open my eyes.
Truth bares no hope.
It is the drunkard’s cold shower.
It is the undertaker
That carries your ashes
Off to the grave.
I gather myself within myself
And watch the world through a plexiglass of pleasantry
Longing to break through
Like an unborn cry in the lung.
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Comments: 3
Hello! I’m just leaving you a comment to say that I have used the title of this piece to help me create a found poem, which can be found here: [link]
I’ve given you full credit in the author comment section, but if you really don’t want me to use your title, just let me know and I’ll take it out!
Thank you
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