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Shell of a Man
Poems
Jan 2017
we are
We are surviving.
My nose clogged with dust and scorched flesh
I keep clearing and blowing but I can’t rid myself of the stench
Like pitch sticking to the walls of each breath
I cough and I retch, I try to see what is left
Face paint smearing as I wipe it from my brow
I lift myself up off the ground and open my eyes
Bloodied and broken, there is a word spoken
Through the haze, my mother’s gaze is caught
A fire in her eyes, and now, a courage in my heart
We are dying.
The fires remain fresh as the matches catch onto the ashes
Licking and leaping, creeping towards my mattress
Acting as if in desperation the flames keep coming back
Frozen in time, frozen in fear, I hear her voice nearby
Ignoring the crackling, I clear my my mind and try to find her
Underneath every chosen step, the wood gives way
We are fighting.
The candle lingering dimly beneath the window
The light ******* of the piano, hand over trembling hand
Faint whispers of a widow as she sings with what life she has
My nails tapping along the sill but not quite in rhythm
There is a light swiftly spreading over the hills off in the night
I turn and look to my mother as she plays the final note
She struggles to smile as her lips begin to drift away with the smoke
We are alive.
Back on the horse.
Written by
Shell of a Man
27/M/America
(27/M/America)
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