Poet In The Jar Diaries: Dagger

A dagger to my heart
It stings when I breathe
Blood drops to the floor
I'm not real
I'm not here
Anymore

My Poetic Intentions

My world is like a glass jar that isolates me from the rest of the world, and the glass is the cover that life has placed on my eyes. Inside it I am the poet who hasn't decided whether the lid should be opened or closed - if reality should be welcomed inside, or if madness should be let out.

I'm Poet in the Jar. I've had this blog going since 2007 and use it to post and store poetry, lyrics and random, spontaneous thoughts on life and everything that comes along with it.

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Poet In The Jar Diaries

Friday, October 16

Dagger

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