The dull ache moves slowly from my head to my chest;
Thumping thumping, the sound never misses a beat.
I am warm inside, but feel so cold;
I shiver with fear as the rain drips from my face.
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The Man, Poetry by Edward Matyja
Poetry: DARK, FAMILY, FEAR, HURT, PAINFUL, RHYME, and SAD. The Man by Edward Matyja Pills. He took a plethora of pills. A provided, pompous, plethora of pills being popped every day without stop. Properly placing the provided, pompous, plethora of petite, purple pills into his palm, and then popping them down his throat. He does it… Continue reading The Man, Poetry by Edward Matyja
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