November 23, 2020Vall.Grey poetry6 Comments

Wasted

a mood board or collage of photos referring to the feelings of loss and toxicity of the mind, during quarantine times.

 I scratch my face I bite
 my flesh not my own as Ι taste
 comfort in a grey zone
  
 Sloth
  
 Warm toxicity shrinking the brain
 Another martyr of my own
  
 I gain
 the power of a Fool
  
 Darkened eyes await
 here as always
  
 to Consume

6 thoughts on “Wasted”

Navin November 23, 2020 — 6:37 pm

This is quite intense….you had me at….”I scratch my face I bite
my flesh….”…..I know it’s not the same kind but your poem reminded me of my old poem “The Devil’s Face”….but that’s not the reason why I like this poem of yours 🖤

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1. ben Alexander November 23, 2020 — 6:50 pm
  
  I scratch my face I bite
  
  I agree with Navin, and I might even go further. I thought that first line was awesome – particularly because it ends with “bite”, which gives that line a very creepy feeling on its own and leaves “my flesh” to be read separately, as the beginning of a second image in the line that follows.
  
  Truly fantastic, Vallia
  
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    Vall.Grey poetry November 23, 2020 — 10:23 pm
    
    Oh my god… that is exactly how I meant it to be!! I’m so glad that you see that too. I’m really happy ❤ Thank you ❤
    
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  Vall.Grey poetry November 23, 2020 — 10:21 pm
  
  Oh thank you so much!!! I’m so grateful you like it ❤ I just read your poem and it is so intense!! very nice work as always!!
  
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  1. Navin November 23, 2020 — 10:35 pm
    
    You’re very welcome, Vall….oh, thank you for reading mine….you’re always kind!!
    
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Colorful Sisters November 30, 2020 — 8:51 am

I need to come visit this blog more often! Your content is amazing 🙂

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