Tomas Vincent Marra Poet Free verse

Dead Man Walking

If Pen is mightier than the sword
I am dead man walking
All of these letters,  bullets.
They rip through 
Skin and crush bone 
Words  sharp 
gnaw 
On 
Ears 
And eyes
Line after line
Cuts as paper a thousand times over
Every vowel and every consonant 
Transformed into verse
Hammers
Flesh into submission
 I will bleed 
With each allusion 
Would I have known
That in this was no healing balm
This poetry  is 
Idolatry 
And this is my suicide

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Darren White March 2, 2017 at 7:53 AM Thank you for commenting on my poem, so I could find your poetry. This is wonderful. It's insanely good and I love it very much! You say my imagery was good, but yours is great.... That is what writing is, what poetry is. It condenses us away till we almost disappear into pen and ink only.