Like a blight of black flies
darkness had consumed my world.
A thousand mouths chewed my flesh
as they buzzed my every thought
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Sounds like the difference between the slow way and the quick way to go, neither one desireable. You certainly have a knack of presenting images sharp and clear, no mistanderstanding the message. The title tells a lot. Ben
Ok Ted...this is two poems I've read now about pulling the trigger and I'm gettin a little woried my friend... Hugs, Dee
very well written..enjoyed