monday night mellancholia

i laugh, a laugh of injustice as tho my life has been used.
whisper gospel at the bus stops, only humanity
cannot hear the word of reason, the voice of inner self
untainted by the light of day.
heir doktor, i call out to him when my days have come to their end.
he is death uncloaked, cast in the fiery shadow.
inhale,
dont cough,
his untimely stench, for it is your salvation.

Reviews

[Aekmy]

Interesting. I like the way you broke the lines up. It gives the poem structure. I do suggest thought some things. First, complete your words, instead of tho type though. It makes your poem look better. Also - this is just a personal thing I do - capatilize all of the beginning lines, you know? I prefer to do this. :)
I hope I helped more than annoyed. Just trying to be a helpful neighbor! :)
Have a blessed day.

Oh, I forgot to tell you, I love the name. That was the thing that drew me to click on your writing the most. :]