Real Swallowed Pills

I keep hands tied

with strong twine.

They seep an ink

my mind connives.

Every twist and

every turn a pen

tells a pain that I

can’t keep within.

Projecting a truth

upon toxic shores

where in my tide I

rise yet once more.

Better I be bound

than cry a sound

with ink to express

what mind found.

In travels I reach

fear’s destination;

a dark black cloak

hides a sensation.

Death upon me it

has summoned me

to the edge of my

own known sanity.

Making real a pill

swallowed harshly;

I starve as truth I

spill forth is costly.

As spectre I fear

a studious search

in those who will

see me part earth.

Untied hands are

free to form script

I carve in my crypt

and say from a lip.


(Image:Pinterest/Animation:Jared Winchester/Content: Jared Winchester)

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Katherine says:

    Uhh, you gave me shivers with that poem.
    Cold and unearthy.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. I am definitely feeling such things. Life is throwing some things at me I’m trying to get a grip on. I just hurt sometimes. 😑 I hope I haven’t upset you.

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      1. Katherine says:

        Oh, it is okay, actually you did not bothered me.
        Try to relax, meditate and get the black feelings out of your system, Jared.

        Good things will come!
        🤗

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