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Les Misérables Souffle
by Tim J BonoThis food is good,
but I feel emptier as I eat it.
The wretchedness of my life
screams at me
and I don't want to hear it.
I was hoping I could run from it,
but this is internal strife.
I can't right an adversary-mind,
then resolve to end a finite fight
and tear this body from this torn life...
Its been some time now,
that my time has run out
and I can feel it now
taking its toll.
My body grows stiff,
and it grows evermore quiet
as in sweeps the quivering cold
Bells will ring,
and flowers will be given,
for an act that God has never forgiven.
09/24/2001 Author's Note: under construction.
Posted on 09/24/2001
Copyright © 2025 Tim J Bono
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kalikala Smith on 03/29/03 at 05:40 AM wow... have i felt like that before... |
| Posted by Rommel Cruz on 05/06/03 at 05:07 AM i fell this way a lot of times. i "eat" things that are good at the moment and then regret even tasting later on. |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 11/09/03 at 05:32 PM *dies laughing. just cracks up.* |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 11/13/04 at 02:51 AM "I can't right an adversary-mind, then resolve to end a finite fight" ~ i love this |
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