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Musings of a mind that has altogether left the building.
by Andrea ColtonCan it hurt
anymore?
These angry fists
all full of lungs
drummed out a beat---
breath
squeeze
breath
squeeze---
a tug of war with
wills and will nots
A poison mouth
to bite from the inside
out
and all that was heard
teeth ripping
from this skull
ripping out this
heart.
Blanketed half-life limbs
melt one into
another. The birds are long gone
by now. Sodden cracked out floors
are all that's left. A God
that ran away from me-
holding out toes
hips
and chestful of lies-
And now I
lay
forgotten.
This collapsing throat.
A sight to
leave children
wringing their hands.
The walls are tired
of me
lately.
01/03/2011 Author's Note: Recent events have caused me to realize that I'm here, and there's nothing I can do about it. So I better figure out a way to survive, because it's obviously not time for me to check out.
Posted on 01/04/2011
Copyright © 2024 Andrea Colton
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 01/04/11 at 01:01 PM "Blanketed half-life limbs
melt one into
another. The birds are long gone
by now.".......this is amazing work! |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/05/11 at 08:31 PM Sounds like a plan. Great write, too. |
| Posted by Steve Michaels on 03/11/12 at 06:01 AM Can it hurt
anymore?
These angry fists
all full of lungs
drummed out a beat-
Oh yeah, I feel that beat! |
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