The preaching man is back
The way he shouts his words of god
At us, as if to recruit us
The way he talks to god then asks for snacks
He offers a performance
With only one lead
And a monologue that lasts 10 stops
It's obviously a tragedy
He is my favorite performer
While Lin Manuel Miranda has skills
And has a passion
This man lives off this performance
He needs this
The lady who sits next to me
Head between her legs
She said Hi when I sat down
But shes become unresponsive
Her demon weighs her down
Forcing her to remain in that position so as to not face reality
She cups her head with her hand
Hiding her eyes
Shielding herself from the demons and tragedies of life
She's whispering to herself
Moaning quietly to herself
In pain
A hand on her shoulder
A part of me wants to ask if she's okay
But the other part of me knows that would be a bad idea
So I keep quiet
Silently praying she ends up okay
Silently becoming religious for the first time in my life
Silently wishing the preaching man could teach me
Silently fearing I made a mistake
The preaching man starts to yell a little louder
The lady and her demon let out pained moans
The preaching man screams furiously about god
"If we continue living this way we will all burn in hell!"
"Homosexuals are nothing but gates to hell"
He points to the lady
"Her demons have grown too large because she did not embrace the hand of god"
Her moans only grow louder with each word the man preaches
Bang.Rattle.Bang.Rattle.Bang.Rattle
The preaching man bangs against the window next to the lady
Bang. Rattle. Bang. Rattle. Bang Rattle. Bang. Rattle
"Stop" ,the Lady cries ever so quietly
Bang. Rattle. Bang. Rattle. Bang. Rattle. Bang. Rattle.
"Please"
Bang!Rattle!Bang!Rattle!Bang!Rattle!
"California"
I start to stand up
"Stop, please"
Bang!Rattle!Bang!Rattle!Bang!Rattle!
"Burning in hell"
A foot out the door
"Hell is all around us"
I turn
I wonder
I leave
YOU ARE READING
Trapped in a poetic mind
PoetryPoems by a person who has issues. Whether it is their, Depression, PTSD, or Anxiety, something is always bothering them. Writing about everything that pops into their mind, and things that they are too scared to talk about, you will no doubt find so...
