Best Poems Written by Taylor Hunter

Dead Inside

I can feel the maggots crawling inside and out of my organs,
Listen closely; put your ear to my navel
The whispers you hear is not of food churning
But of my insides slowly corroding away by the power of mold and creepy-crawlies

Constantly I stitch my skin anew
My lip is now forever askew.
My heart barley beats, lungs hardly creak
My mind wanders greatly, when not pulled back to this pain I feel within me

I dress in my daisy best
Hoping to inspire all the other fellow desperates
I tell my tale everyday
I am despised, turned away, shunned from the rest.

Is it the dead inside of me, which makes you flee?
Am I tiresome with my disparaging tale?

My body grows horns, my tongue splits in two,
Happy no more, I ravage on you
You taste so bony, with the nothing inside your vein
So I must spit you out, deserving no more than a stain.

Copyright © Taylor Hunter | Year Posted 2014