Random Poetry

Me, God, and the Faceless Crowd

On a table in the dark
With hidden smiles known.
Naked under the light,
Seeing the seeds they've sewn.

My mouth opens wide,
But they reach instead for my chest.
I realize far too late their intent,
As they claw for my heart, then they claw for the rest.

They stab and tear and pry
To get what's kept inside.
I scream with all my might.
I want to run, I want to hide.

They refuse to leave them be,
The most hidden parts of my soul.
They want it all, eager for drops of blood.
That's all they want. There is no goal.

There are things only God is meant to see
They have no right to see what's deep within.
They may pull my teeth and laugh at me,
But I keep my secret good. I keep my secret sin.