Death to Us All

Staring into an abyss
That is a blocked facebook account
Wondering if you still exist
Or if it is I who is the pervert?
Glancing now through messenger
And seeing a profile and an unclickable name
Travelling through the horror that is Google
Tearing at the walls and crying your name...

The wound is deep
The sting is real
And yet it is the dying
I truly feel

Death to Us All

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About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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5 Responses to Death to Us All

  1. rvramosptukie says:

    Deep but powerful

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  2. Thanks. Unfortunately a hard one to write but sometimes poetry seems to be the only one willing to listen to such problems.

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  3. rvramosptukie says:

    Poetry will always listen to your problems, poetry will always be your friend!

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  4. True but if only poetry could respond with more than the silence of knowing a word was spoken.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. rvramosptukie says:

    Yes sometimes the release of our emotions through words require a little more than silence.

    Liked by 1 person

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