Suffocated

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    Suffocated

     Like a wicked winter's day
    Your cold smile burns me
    I am frozen in this hell
    Your tone scalds me
    Disdain dripping from every word
    I am being consumed by the flames
    Your stormy glare condemns me
    Lightning flashes from your eyes
    I am drowning in these turbulent seas
    Like an arid desert
    Your cruelty smothers me
    I am suffocated by your presence
    You are burying me alive

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    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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