injected with reality
They inject venom inside me
and ask on a scale one to ten what is my pain
with 3 inch needles sticking into reality
i suddenly felt unsafe,
thinking that this is the last breathe i take
that i no longer will see the day awake,
being stuck in this crazy world
with impossible people,
with hidden faces,
NOT FINISHED
jesusfreake commented on injected with reality
11-06-2009
DeepEclipse commented on injected with reality
11-04-2009
cliftondurant commented on injected with reality
11-03-2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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