Poems from jgibson42420
Ringmaster, who calls the shots, pressed firmly to my head,
will this revolver decide for me to live or leave me dead?
I’ve decided in...
A curious concoction of morbid intrigue and defeat
blends beneath the surface of me.
Consequently, phantom fingers reach,
and return with a...
Once in a while
my mind fancies a fond memory,
and I let it linger, just a moment longer,
for the sake of reminiscing.
I allow my senses to...
My fingertips trace the rims of consciousness.
The noon hour has arrived - so says the sky,
but behind their lids, my eyes deny the light,...
Forgiveness is an illusion cast by those incapable of withstanding temptation,
and I refuse to be a cog in your hypocritical congregation....