The Cage

A poem about something very personal.

Why are you talking
you're talking about the past
the all knowing empty space

the cutting marsh of glowing pain

You're hurting me, daily
your words drop down
weights that fall through
they make holes in my soul

I am begging you
stop what you're doing
it's going into something
that something's your nothing

You are like water
deep, solid water
a body of vastness
never ending darkness

I drown in your sorrow
I choke on your pain
my soul is bleeding slowly
you're cutting me down

You made me die
You created a monster

your words are creation
your life is my death