Uncertainty --
you never know
how it roasts me alive.
You never know
how it tatters my skin,
gorges my flesh,
powders my bones.
How it reaches through my veins,
clutches my heart,
and despoil
my godforsaken
blood vessel.
No,
this rough oceans
slips through your stupid, little fingers
because you are so busy
confining yourself
in your trivial, pathetic world.
While you stand
on the threshold
of agitation and denial,
I try to resurrect
my hours
that you have spoiled.
And I do this while slowly --
very slowly --
hating you.
This is my elegy
to every second
that you have
murdered.
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 11:53 PM UTC
Uncertainty --
you never know
how it roasts me alive.
You never know
how it tatters my skin,
gorges my flesh,
powders my bones.
How it reaches through my veins,
clutches my heart,
and despoil
my godforsaken
blood vessel.
No,
this rough oceans
slips through your stupid, little fingers
because you are so busy
confining yourself
in your trivial, pathetic world.
While you stand
on the threshold
of agitation and denial,
I try to resurrect
my hours
that you have spoiled.
And I do this while slowly --
very slowly --
hating you.
This is my elegy
to every second
that you have
murdered.
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