Friday, October 9, 2009


A Poem by Lepadah

You told me things that I did not understand
Things to hard to hear
Strait jackets and suicidal madness
What lingers deep within etchings on your notebook
Pen marks deep incisions
Razor graffiti
Are these demons available for conference
Or is it you they summon
Or do they arise when over the edge
They appear red deviled
Invisible chains anchor upon your arms
And I am force to restrain you
We are both exhausted
You fall asleep I lay there dazed and suddenly forgetful
Unable to comprehend the rage


© 2009 Lepadah

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