STANZA I
“ሸክም”
The Test of balance
I can never fail
If i fall over
Then their bodies will become pale
No one there to guide the blade away
No one to stop them from opening up their bloody internal highways
I like to take the blade away
Just so i can run the point across my jugular pathways
I never fall because i dont want to dig
6 feet deep and now i feel even more incomplete
I always feel the weight of the beams
Sinking into my flesh
It hurts
but im too broken to scream
I struggle to breathe
I just want to leave
Internalizing the burning pain
Because im conditioned to not make a scene
A savant in making what is ,
not as it seems
The despair incessantly tearing at the seams
That keep I , Frankenstein
this dispirited pillar of misshapen meat
In a state that the public perceives
as complete
An oscar or more appropriately an emmy
These extreme performances ,
ive had so many
Ive helped mend several souls
and invest myself so much that i tend to forget me
Low on my expansive list of self inflicted crimes
is self neglecting
Every crime filed and bookmarked by my merciless memory
On trial daily
Inundated with torturous reveries
- Author: Ibrahim Shaiszkiy (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 11th, 2022 02:51
- Comment from author about the poem: This is the longest poem ive ever written and it is divided into 12 stanzas.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 34
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