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Delusions Of A Peaceful Place (Free verse) by Stacy Stewart

Echos of rambling outsiders arms wide open; a hush of silence plagues us. While we rest on an old dirty couch chasing the dragon. Our minds filled with clatter delusions of a peaceful place. Blood trickling down, the dirty syringe passed with no saint hood of rejecting the feelings. We tremble, I yearn for more Mesmerized with a glassy, waxed over stare. Dancing nostrils flare to the perfect scintillating anticipation. Delicious purge; surging through my skin, falling...falling... to a shrewd world, underlying a victory lost to a bittersweet defeat.

poodietat 15-Mar-05/10:01 AM
"a victory lost to a bittersweet -- defeat."

I'm not sure what the victory would have been. As I read it, the poem is solely about defeat.




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