Pretense
preserved—
Swanking
recouped—
Silence
pervades—Words suicide
Mass
of dumb-boorish-egocentric-shit
Does
your soul carry the ear to hear?
Breathing
in the sloshing vain rhythm
Feet
stomp at the fake tunes of past
Yearning
to stuff your uncouth mouth,
Benign-words-dipped
a piece of paper
Suffocate
the void gasping of stale air
Sapped
lungs emote your somber head
When
your fidgeting arms drop dead
I
shall—
Slit
the icy-blue skin open,
To
delve into your heart
To
find you alive then,
Its’
a bewitched start…
oo rather dark and haunting...or maybe just gritty...the digging in to find their heart after they pass especially...
ReplyDeleteIts eerie Brian ...can't even think of doing that :)
DeleteOh, this gives me chills!
ReplyDeleteThanks mary :)
DeleteDefinitely a heavy and forboding one...but beautiful all the same.
ReplyDeleteYou make my day Keith, as always :)
DeleteThis packs a punch, and I forgot to duck.
ReplyDeleteHa..that's sweet of you :)
DeleteBrian stole my words...dark and haunting! Makes me want to turn all the lights on!
ReplyDeleteLolz...really...:)
DeleteThis is intense and evil :-P He he ... loved reading it :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot ..
DeleteThis a powerful poem, long time since a poem really impacted me and churned my soul so. Perhaps I will be able to find more words to appreciate it after the churning stops.
ReplyDeleteHope your churning has stopped by now, Thanks a lot for reading :)
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