High tides
Surfing up in me
Rising, global warming
In me,
Because I'm boiling
Water rapids
From toe all the way up to my head
I only have so much volume
I can contain
Needless to say
When it reaches my head
It seeps between the muscles
Pressure on my skull
Bursting
So who's the cause of this flood?
The waves roaring a hurricane
Forever increasing
By every word
It's okay though
Make me burst
Explode me
Under all this pressure
You're putting on me
But once I blow
You're going to have to clean up all this mess
Don't think for a second
Once I'm gone
I won't leave my mark
All over the floors
I would lie
Saying that I'm fine with everything
You say and do
But what's the point in lying.
You can look right through me
It's so hard
I wish you were just a file
On my computer
Then I'll have the power
The dominance
And I can delete you
With a simple click
Erased from existence
Because you don't deserve it
If you're wasting it like this
But it's more fun
To watch you fester
In the recycle bin
It's
What
You
Deserve
YOU ARE READING
Bonded With Tears (7)
PoetryA poetry book. A semi-story based loosely on real life events, mainly my emotions amplified on paper. Also linked to the idea of homelessness.
