A warm fire lit next to me
as I smoked.
Sitting patiently
as my neck became weak.
Dropping my head back
Allowing my eyes to fall
into a hollow skull.
Taking shape Infront of a mirror.
Watching as my skull opened.
Leaving my brain to float freely.
Turning my skin lifeless.
falling onto an open table.
Where I'm presented to a panel.
Listening to my voice
Beg for mercy.
Soft music filled my ears
as I pulled my head from a carnival game.
Next to me stands a man.
'It's gonna be a great summer'
'Go back and finish.'
Launched through the air.
Free falling
only to land next to an open fire.
No answers
No questions.
YOU ARE READING
Joe Black
PoetryI consider this to be a collection of me. My life and emotions. Each poem/short holds heavy in my heart. All content is original and authentic. I'd love to hear your feedback and please encourage me! Lastly, I love you all. #9 in Poems
