Thought Criminal

scavenging the flesh off bones of the wounded
take no solace, parasite of tears
your own thoughts, excrement to any tortured ear
you have imprisoned yourself in stolen life
that lives even as you die, hideous, insignificant

Written by Scott Schoffstall
© December 9, 2010
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Poetic Sojourn

About Scott Schoffstall

I'm a relatively new poet having started in earnest 11/2010. I have sought the authentic and am still on that quest. I've diverged from the norm yet always reached for the universal. My interests were always beyond the here and now. Beyond the taste, touch, smell, hear, see. Where the mind and the spirit transcend the physical. They say perception is reality. Is it? Are we truly all there is? View all posts by Scott Schoffstall

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