plastic chain around my wrist
words, so few
they mean so much
this band, this brand
does not belong on my wrist
i do not belong in this room
you whisper behind my back
you call me names
you label me
label me like the words wrapped around
my bones, my skeleton wrist
the numbers tattooed on the inside
of my eyelids
tattooed
into my mind
i repeat them
over and over
because i can't see anything else
but
i am not
who you think
i am
darling, don't be deceived
a dying man doesn't have time
to play games
(we're all dying)
a dying man won't play with you
but oh,
how dangerous
he is
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
