You ask me why there is so much
misery in the world
why can't people just accept their pain
and be happy,
I pause
and look at the pain in myself;
the years of neglect
coiled like snakes
between the layers of my skin,
the doubt,
anxiety
and ugliness
****** through my tissues
(that I can't wring out like a sponge,
though I have tried),
the lonliness
fed to me by my blood
so that I am always full,
the devil that wraps himself
around my backbone,
so tightly
that when I cough
he breathes
when I choke
he heaves
'with pleasure,
sadness always weaves'
and when I spoke,
my voice fell
my teeth followed
clattering to the ground.
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 7:55 AM UTC
You ask me why there is so much
misery in the world
why can't people just accept their pain
and be happy,
I pause
and look at the pain in myself;
the years of neglect
coiled like snakes
between the layers of my skin,
the doubt,
anxiety
and ugliness
****** through my tissues
(that I can't wring out like a sponge,
though I have tried),
the lonliness
fed to me by my blood
so that I am always full,
the devil that wraps himself
around my backbone,
so tightly
that when I cough
he breathes
when I choke
he heaves
'with pleasure,
sadness always weaves'
and when I spoke,
my voice fell
my teeth followed
clattering to the ground.
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