The Brave Wear Black With Blue
sometimes I wish to cut myself open
just to see what is hidden inside
how lucky I am
even Jack the Ripper would bypass me
that's how lucky I am
but I wish to see
what am I made of
what's so heavy inside
that keeps my head just above the water
enough not to drown
sufficient to maintain disabled
when I open my cavities
and arrange my intestines
all over that metal table
when those heavy gasses deflate
I might be finally liberated
unless it is my soul
a heavy 21 gram that reflects odor
no wonder lungs collapsed
maintaining my vocal cords agglutinated
(haven't let out a voice in a long time)
and my neural synapses dried
I'm fuc*ing dried out
there's nothing left inside
only a velums from organic structures
I'm like a pile of used plastic bags
maybe that's the reason I feel nothing
(plastic is a flinty bit*h)
I'm overpolluted
garbage built impediments
(nothing can circulate)
and I have chest pain
as my feelings are strong-willingly and forcefully
ramming at that tortured core membrane
(still didn't cry)
You died on me
I can still feel you
haven't shed a tear
but I can feel you
shadows
walking behind me
yours is the laudest
Copyright © Sanja Cokolic | Year Posted 2019
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