Concrete Poem

 

   Blood

running

down

my knuckles.

    My feet embedded with glass.

The

sun bathed

my face

I

n

t

h

e

running

r

a

i

n

moments like this proves to me that not only that

hell is real

But that you don’t have to die to go there.

I bathe in the

sins of m y enemies

Consum ing their eyes

I n b l i n d n e s s

I walk away

Through a g

ray brick wall

Leaving my f

lesh and bon

es

behind.

Staring

at my reflection

   In the

dark skies

A thunderbolt

Silhouettes my soul

Over a small

crowded town

Of bitter witnesses.

Found Poem

Soul Out Of The Box

I buried myself away from you,

Deep

Deep

Deep

Deep

Until feeling your feet

Faded away.

Tossing and turning

Inside a wooden coffin,

Memories

Awaken my need

To return.

I climb the roots

The dirt embraces me

The soul got out of the box

Domesday became my friend.

Sweet dreams

Become beautiful nightmares

When you

wake up

to me.

A hearse carriage

Carries us

To a happily ever after  

Grave.