Blinking Caret
With tears in his eyes
He stares at the cursor
Wanting to type
Fearing he will
The feelings overwhelming
Building in crescendo
The urge to kill
Not another person
But the demons inside
Not knowing the words
To allow to the surface
He watches in amazement
As they come flooding out
Each one brings peace
As it escapes through his fingers
But still, he suffers
As his cascade of words
Offend his very soul
These are not the words of poems
But a triad of word vomit
Staining the screen before him
Yet still he types
To take away the pain
Not wanting to stop
To let out his soul
To explain his thoughts
Why he's about to do
What he's not wanting to do
This is the lowest that he's ever been
Copyright © Zachariah Higgins | Year Posted 2021
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