Dark stares of pain rolled up my sleeve
Tickling my sides down, down to me feet
Where it sat fretting, refusing to leave
Crackling of wood on the hearth
Snaps of its heat on my face glowed
As I laid on he bed sprawled
An attempt was made to wriggle a toe
Encased in plaster, hung on a pole
As toes refused quarter, as finger 'came claws
Worst of all, to hell, I knew not where I was
White linen, white-White was all
Even the garb, which I will call my cloths
My father a man, Daniel - dead by denial
Mother a village bicycle, hated women senile
One thing I love & that is sugar ale
Besides those the fogs of recall is just insane
Like bits of plaster that showed me little
Besides the colors of my life, a broken puzzle
Those that fell into place, proper as the cogs & spindle
Showed little of part of a party of friends
Most with arms & sleazy leather pants
Drowning their loot into rounds of poker in ace
With 'onstant bickering & snaps of cider ash
Whilst I in a corner had slept the day
With nerves for needles & sniff at crack
The pink horizon with white oblivion eating cells
I smiled at the coppers that ate my lead
Distant thunder with screech of fury
Gravel burned rubber, siren filled through me
Turns of tables' exchange of rounds soothe me
Patter of feet's, rough hands dragged that 'fore shook me
Curses given, they all left me drooling all o'ver ee
Bang of door splinter flew over, in shower over me
Rolled I was and cuffs bit to hands most wobbly
As feet and sticks racked havoc and snapped em
My arms legs in anger snapped and screamed...
This is called poem sisy!
Hey is the heaven white in color? Jus gimme the answer please sis!! Anyways I love this poem and u 2.
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