From stale mouth, I mutter, “How honeyed!”
and lumber shamefully away...
PRE-POEM NOTE: This is a sarcastic poem about what...
All join hands...
There’s a spot.
An insect in my eye...
I'm reaching out with my hand
time slipping away like gains of sand...
Black smoke trails in front of taillights
Sun sinks slow beneath the ground...
Surrounded in good company, I still feel so alone
Bathed in golden sunshine, in these eyes no light...
I trusted you with a secret,
That brought me horror and shame...
When you open your eyes,
and see your old torturer...
These walls are big, these walls are strong,
These walls have kept people out for far too long...
everyone knew
that happy little boy...
Setting on the floor I'm crying so hard the pain...
I hide within a smile
A forceful action...