of things weighing down.
things that constrict
like a py-thon
things that sits
on your shoulders
and squeezes your neck and you feel
the warmth of its embrace.
things clings to you
like a grabbing child, reaching, clawing
it sings to you
a somber dirge
nestled in your ear canal.
you never forget it's cadence!
how would you?
how could you?
things.
and all the while you desire
to fling things from you.
yet things clings
like the too-loud noise
and shell-shocked,
you fall
from the too-loud noise
and shell-shocked,
you fall.
de ja vu it seems...
yes, we've been here before.
we've seen these things.
things.
...the apotheosis of crimes?:
then why does it linger
infinity times?
... [pause] ...
things.
2 comments:
I felt a little stressed when I read this. This peom sounds dark. Almost like a voice from a behind closed doors.
This is not a poem that you like or dislike. It's one you very closely listen to..... yeah... one you listen to.
*scratches head*
I think this one was too deep for me my brotha!! LOL Keep it up tho...!
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