Cornflakes.
No milk.
Cough.
Why hast God forsaken me?

I wrote a poem today
And now I feel better
I was productive and courageous despite the weather
I see on Hello Poetry that I am not alone
It's cured me of the shake and shiver in my bones

Anger in my life hits me in the chest. I allow the fire to spread to my limbs.
I observe and attend.
Sadness in my life grips my stomach. I allow it to devour my body as I cry out.
I observe and attend.
Guilt in my life empties my throat. I let it wrench my guts and weaken my knees.
I observe and attend.
Joy in my life blossoms in my heart. I allow it to melt my bones.
I observe and attend.

Red chinstraps
Wet blood, slowly drying in the evening breeze
Folded into wells of clouded waves with vague concentric origin
Closer, a flattened helmet, orange ochre blazing
Sun sinking, stars chasing
Warrior's stratified locks wisp out to vanishing points
Freckles of sputtered bronze
Slowly becoming red
Slowly becoming an omen
Foreshadowing tears to be wept
Horses that lay silent
On the eastern Ural Steepe

The pain. THE pain. The PAIN!
It's in me. It's on me. It's everywhere around me.
In every single face.
Why aren't you smiling at me?
Why aren't you helping me, serving me?
I need attention!
This minute.
This very exacting second.
Can't you see my countenance that beckons?
Beckons with silent screams from red acidic streams.
Every beautiful ****** sinew in MY body.
Reaching, pulling, straining a thousand invisible threads connecting you and I.
Fish hooks in my chest tied to frayed line.
Why can you not see them?! What the hell is wrong with you?! They're right in front of your blank ugly face!
You just stare.
You literally don't know what to do!
Well that's not my problem, I HATE you.
This whole thing is repulsing.
You're as paralyzed as I am.
Those threads are my tentacles seeking a host, now out of water, convulsing.
And so we die.
I die.
Empty, as I slither away.
The end to just another day.

I'm frustrated fury. The devils advocate, a rigged jury.
The beast inside is trying to take me every.
Every minute, everyone, everywhere I don't want to be.
Every wink from a bb, I double take as the rush of blood flushes me.
I remember all that has been taken away.
That love...oh that love. Too painful to face now.
Forever gone, they say today is the new dawn.
A dawn I never asked for.
Can I just float?
Take this gravity away. Stop this misanthrope.
Strangling my will. Drowning to ****.
I still rise every morning, to start my day boring.
I keep trying, hoping and crying.
I can feel peeks of my former self.
Sunshine fills my chest, even as my back aches, happiness I ***** to manifest.
At this point I can't say how the story will end. I'm tired, and lonely.
Why won't my body mend?