Poetry Talk

New post from Comfort

Cleaning service

Help! Help!
My walls have been stained again,
Graffiti gripping onto my white walls,
Halls echo with graffiti of my mother's screams smeared with tears of son when thoughts would drown…
Crown of thorns decorate my father, my savior as he laid facing death brought onto him by one's he'd saved.
Depression splattered, each spot a scent of emotional carnage trying to embody all.

Help!

And as swift as lightning touched Midgard, they arrived before tear shed
No time spared as they covered my walls with white again

Once done, like always, one question asked,
To why I always held the spray cans like killer held gun aimed at his only victim… himself

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