My Dark Poems

Choking

The cough

Burst through my mouth

Shards of glass

Scratch my throat

Tears sting

My dimly lit

Eyes

The light flickers

For the brightness

Would burn

My sight

Would relinquish

My fight

Would startle

My flight

Would surpress

My screams

That are seen

As giggles in delight

As happiness

In spite

Of the grinding

Gears In my mind

They pull

Always try to pull

The curtains close

Ending my performance

For the good

Of the well

For the good

Of your empty shell

For if you knew

The feelings

Were real

That they held

Contagion

To me

To you

To the person

Next to

You

You would begin to wonder

Why?

Why are we all like this

Is there even a point

Is my sword

Too dull

Are my cries

Too shrill

Are my thoughts

Not worth

The significance

Of a piece of paper

That can buy the world

But clouds your mind

With greed

With lies

With cracked mirrors

With broken spines

Water flowing on a path

Of flesh

From above

Not below

That seems

To be trickling

From your soul

For your words

Are vulgar

They should go

Unheard

Shoved deep

In your throat

From the

Days of your

First words

Trained

Condition

To fit

As a piece

That's not unique

The deafness

Is loud

Like shrieks

If you please

It seems I must

Not worry

About this cough

That suffocates

My bones

For I am not

Alone

The shards

Are in you too

Building

Pooling

Grinding

Pulling

Poisoning

Your blood

For the good

Don't cough it up

Choke

It down

For a society

Where speech

Is free

Choke on it

Choke on it

With glee