I'm so sorry I cannot exist frozen in time as
I am within your heart.
A dead insect underneath the glass.
My lines are endless, and to expand, one must abandon
everything to survive.
A creative mind is a virus spreading past the boundaries of insanity.
A reader is an onlooker and nothing more than a pretender
to that which they will never fully choose to be.
Alive in every sense of the word.
I'm so sorry I refuse to remain frozen in time.
Back pages are there for a reason: reminisce and sincerely.
Leave me the fuck alone.
John Patrick Robbins, is a Southern Gothic writer his work has been published in.
Spill The Words Press, Fixator Press, Disturb The Universe, The Dope Fiend Daily, Fearless Poetry Zine, S.A.V.A. Press, Piker Press, Lothlorien Poetry Journal and Horror Sleaze Trash.
His books Include Are We Dead Yet?, Midnight Masochism published by Black Circle Publishing.
And Lost Within The Garden Of Heathens a split chap book with Kevin M Hidshman published by Whiskey City Press.
His work is often dark and always unfiltered.
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