Poem -

Lifes depressive reality-- 3am always again

such an Angel with beefburger eyes

Dedicated the medicated
to me
shredded all the sights were seen
painted me in every wish obscene
I cannot die
yet everyday
im just dead anyway

see me walking on so many bones
eating words swallowing thrones
blessing all the sacred minutes
so many friends insane within it

chains of silver laughing fools
dancing clutching heavens rules
my suicide I drank a long time before
but I know the kept score

tiny little plastic grooves
palms greased with sugar cubes
dripping food of vomited strain
eat it up
to be made so well again so much love in acid rain
shed the skin
shared the blame
carparks seated on metal frames
shuffling in snow and pain
took so much
before you gave
what's the use
dead again

so many souls on a lawn
ill-prepared
sown with colours
pissed on and scared

even god never said we were cool
I've floated on an ocean
which was never fair
but I can never
really die

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Katina Woodruff...

This is really deep, saddening and feels like a tragedy at first read. I had to read it two times to be able to absorb it all. 

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tiny little plastic grooves
palms greased with sugar cubes
dripping food of vomited strain
eat it up

Wow, there is a lot of raw emotion within the poem. Everything points at a person feeling suicidal and near the brink of death. That is what depression causes, I'm no stranger. Good work here, gave me a woozy feeling after reading the above stanza. This is truly a dark poem, that details life for a person who is experiencing severe mental anguish. That's how I read it. 

 

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