A Poem by Profanisaurus

Author: Profanisaurus
Created: March 12, 2018 at 10:45 pm
Upload Type: Poem, G (All)  
Category: General/Other | General/Other | General/Other
Upload Stats: 4.5 Stars by 1 users with 1 comments and 15 views

618. The Dead Things Inside Of Me  

I have seen dead things inside of me

piled up high in a grotesque mound

no hope of resurrection just yet

it may be all too late


The pile is beginning to fester and smell

rotting bits are threatening to fall off

the risk of contamination is dangerously high

but I can’t quarantine the area


The vultures have been attracted to the site

carefully picking through the heap

fighting over what they think are the best bits

even though they have no right

uninvited the scavengers feast

and I can’t scare them away


It must be too late to bring back the fallen

I don’t want to shed them with my skin

there is no hope for the cancerous thoughts

of all the dead things I see inside of me

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March 12, 2018
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The heavy, dark imagery related to the mind is a picture of depression. Death is the dominant impression, and this is a prominent thought pattern among those with this dangerous illness. A chilling piece.

Thanks for your comment.  While you are right about the depression there is not dangerous illness other than that.

 Profanisaurus replied on March 14, 2018

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