Tortured Sentimental Effusion
Save me the cost of my timethat it might never be repeated
for I am but four simple things
soliloquie tortured sentimental effusion
I stand here waiting for the lash
perversely anticipating the crash of your voice
breaking me as like a glass on the concrete
without the tinkling and glitter and beauty
contained in the rainbowed shards.
you strip me naked with silent words
reckless intrepidity brazen in your stance
help me reconsider my hopeless decision
blown to me on some sentinel wind
seeing my yearning for self-expression
emblazoned neon-like upon my face
you move towards me to engage me
And I feel the crushing blow on the back of my neck.
And after i fall I stare mesmerized,
at the reflection of my eyes
in my own the crimson blood
cursing and kicking i stumble
robbed of my balance yet again.
the night black and thick as new concrete
closes in on me, robbing my face
of the air the breaths freedom to my soul.
i see your colors line up here
colored in fear, colored in loneliness, colored in waiting
fear the darkest color of them all
biting and kicking the color out the very life
that brightens my angered and ashen-ed life.
Poetry by cordell
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Written on 2009-08-02 at 04:49
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