Scratched

Gold cherry
Poem of the week

By Dynamaso

Mon, 18 Sep 2023
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11 comments
 

In my sleep,

darkness grabbed my secrets

blending them together

like a fine malt whiskey

spoilt by cola

 

These were things

I kept hidden

from everyday use

to bring out

when I felt lonely

 

But the dark,

Corrupted and altered

Turned my desires

Into something

I no longer wanted

 

Instead of joy

I now felt haunted

Where want became a need

A greedy little itch

I couldn’t reach

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Comments

Submitted by Ewan on

A poem of some depth, which more than scratches the surface.
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Submitted by Dynamaso on

Oh wow - thanks so much for your kind words of support and the gold cherries. It's great to be back. 

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Well done Dynamaso - you're on a roll - keep going!

 

Submitted by Dynamaso on

Thanks so much - really appreciate the support. 
 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Really enjoyed this!

 

Submitted by Dynamaso on

Thanks ver much :)

 

Submitted by celticman on

sleep can be...poetry. 

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

Beautifully written and unnerving, this is our Poem of the Week. Congratulations!

Submitted by Dynamaso on

Oh wow, thanks so much for this - I'm chuffed!

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Powerful. Rich creativity.

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Dynamaso on

Thanks Richard - appreciate it.