Discarding Care For Rough Mashandling
Long saps, slow puncturing or massive drinking
the person within is lifted high above the one without
landing on a shared state of the present and the non existent
as feelings are wrapped into one ball of excitement.
Consciousness then tamed by this joke.
Morals may even find solace to get company
from sincerity and inspiration.
Searching an unknown part of the sufferer and tapping from its crude
but it’s also a risky venture to give inner demons a bad call.
A wake from oblivion,
the eyes are cleaned by truth’s water
to realize this acute satisfaction
is just a microchip in a motherboard of sorrows.
What is taken with two fingers has taken control of the body’s entirety.
Care from loved ones is discarded
to accept mishandling from substances of cruelty
but what aches the most
is the result of a bright future
which is now covered in a masquerade costume.
Oh child! Rise from this terrible fall
or else one more soul will be registered missing.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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