myrickle

counting, counting..

Drag me through the dirt

Like everything that ever mattered

Splattered against the concrete

In a show,

Like we watched on Sundays at two,

Blood pouring from your nose

A faucet for the darkness

A nighttime for the day

Perfectly silent

 

Cascading like the moonlight

Across your pretty, pretty

Face, the waters that seep

Through the cracked black plastic

Tangle your lungs

Into sick gray knots

Before my very eyes

Your heart is eaten up like

A chop of lamb

 

Sounds from the back of your throat

Wake the babies

Who commence to cry

Withheld

You cry alongside, because

After all we’ve been through

It’s the only time you’re honest

Honesty like a blanket

Covering your fears

 

Pluck out your eye

And you can pluck mine

Like a test of skill, wits, virtue

Where can we be ourselves

Perhaps in a year or two

The clouds will clear and we’ll melt

Into the nameless entity,

One with the beauty

One with the serenity

One, two, three…

Reviews

[Farah]

good job. I like the line "The clouds will clear and we’ll melt
Into the nameless entity,
One with the beauty
One with the serenity
One, two, three…"
KEEP WRITING! =D

[Gobinder Singh Dhindsa]

Nice writing.. I like it... Keep it up... God bless you!... Lucky Bardwal