Human skin surrounds
encases,
wraps tight until there is no longer a breath.
Tough cement hardened to be poison for trees within.
Walls, a barrier for growth.
Pickers keep picking, yet what they find is void of green.
Instead black charcoal crackles orange and red flame, eviscerating all that is.
Changing life to sick death. Paralyzed within, a fury attempting a pathetic escape.
Flames rise from speakers will and pauses onlookers.
A torment of phrases swirl. Unleashed is the roar, gone the evergreen.
Cries of anguish can tear the ears, a seed placed in the head.
So unwillingly controlled.
By laughing roars and uplifting vows though stronger without
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 9:34 PM UTC
Human skin surrounds
encases,
wraps tight until there is no longer a breath.
Tough cement hardened to be poison for trees within.
Walls, a barrier for growth.
Pickers keep picking, yet what they find is void of green.
Instead black charcoal crackles orange and red flame, eviscerating all that is.
Changing life to sick death. Paralyzed within, a fury attempting a pathetic escape.
Flames rise from speakers will and pauses onlookers.
A torment of phrases swirl. Unleashed is the roar, gone the evergreen.
Cries of anguish can tear the ears, a seed placed in the head.
So unwillingly controlled.
By laughing roars and uplifting vows though stronger without
I always say, a poem is what you make it. Not what the author meant.