Bleh with Barry

Random with a cynical twist of lime.

Living

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Daily, I battle

The tempest trying to

Blow my spirit into

Submission.

It takes me by

Surprise and sucks the

Wind out of my chilled

Lungs.

Drowning on the land, it’s

Harder to breathe

Sleeping in a bed of

Squalor.

Slowly hands touch,

Lips meet, a run of electricity

Up my spine

Shooting.

Emptiness cannot be

Voided by this

Illusion playing…

Lying.

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Written by barryr22

November 3, 2010 at 1:22 am

Posted in Poetry

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  1. makes me want to drink alchoholic beverages

    jimmy

    December 1, 2010 at 6:43 am


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