"deathen" poems
It's like a ringing in my ear.
I'm stupid
stupid
stupid
stupid
Ringing through my ear and
Silence is a choking cough pushing to get out.
I need the drumming electronic waves
to deathen my body.
For I took my regular pill of
Self pity today.
It kicks in with its usual velocity
and I lay down mesmerized by its tranformation of the world.
I fear that when I open my eyes
He is not the same.
That his too rough strokes pulling my hair and
His semi sweaty hand on my face
that smells a hint of balony
is all just
Make belief.
How many times was fantasy a
Sanctuary
Maybe it finally consumed my reality
Since this must be some kind of
Heaven
This life of misery
With somebody here with me.
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC