We live in this pathetic ugly world
Raw knuckles covered in bruises
Blood funneling into the creases
Our throats raw from opposing omission
Hearts beating down on us
Dizzingly smashing at the walls
Bursting veins
Crushing capillaries
Lungs crying blood
"What do you want from me!"
Explodes out of cracked lips
Chalk bits dusting from plaster skies
Floating down ashes into scalps
"Nothing" they hiss
Streaming out of the walls into our skulls
As they systematically keep adding more hurt into our little exclusive group
organized in chaos
While the divots in our suits
spider web out
In panes of glass
Barely held together
YOU ARE READING
Gruesome veracity poetry
PoetryThe people who struggle the most wear the most elaborate masks. These poems uncover dark truths of the world through my perspective
