Behind the Crooked Wheel – A Poem

 

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One day I was on top of the world

Cocky and beautiful; patient and extreme

Slowly and methodically I started to melt

My soul slid painfully into the obscene

There was nowhere for me to change

I gripped the wheel of crooked self-destruction

My whole world went ablaze

As I awaited painful instruction

There was no end in sight for me

The lights all dimmed to black

How could I postpone this horror

And get my life on track

The crooked wheel so awkward yet pristine

Its nooks made me feel unique

Little did I know beneath the surface

Their twists would leave me shattered and weak.

©2017 DAMSteelman

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The Game

 

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I commit to myself

I commit to you

I commit to whatever

You tell me to do

I’m rough around the edges

And chilled to the bone

No more spark in my eye

Cruel seeds have been sown

There is something inside

Palpable and fearsome

I can’t let you touch it

The Joker of my kingdom

We commit to the game

Joker and Pauper

Get a load of me

And get a load of the horror.

© 2017 DAMSteelman

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Waking Darkness

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Stuffed down in the dark, cobwebbed dirt

That’s where I bury the pain, loss and hurt,

I’ll never be that version of me again

Sometimes it’s easier to let the demons win,

Don’t you worry your pretty little head

There’s more than one way for us to be dead,

Sure I’m breathing but am I truly alive

It’s just an adaptation of conscious suicide,

Some days are a struggle from my first waking breath

And it’s all I can do not to hate myself to death…

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None

via Daily Prompt: None

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There… the tree where I last saw your face.

You were looking at me, waving and keeping your place.

The wind gusted and howled.

You laughed and I scowled.

There was no time to save you – none.

I screamed for you to run.

You didn’t; at once, you were dead.

Now I have a ton of fire wood in my shed.