13.1k views, 2xBest Poetry Period. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind. |
They sewed his eyes shut before he could see. Needles plied the permanent skin, year in and year out whenever he started to question. The world ever evolving as he was spun, revolving on merry-go-rounds, flung himself to the dirt when he was in doubt. They stitched his lips together after he spoke truth he seemed to be feeling, before he could scream and espouse whatever this was about. A carnival unending, lead by his hand to their Wonka vendors spinning sugar. Colorful cotton melted on an elated tongue, and no more tears or shouts. They shoved all he could digest down a willing gullet before all haunting visions and redacted words caused him further unrest. He indulged samplings filling him fat. When freaks come to town, he joins right in wondering which will be his true friend. His realization in funhouse mirrors reflected a monster materialized, and no turning back. Repent to a world that builds up a boy and tears him down as man over and over, until stitches of guilt and shame burst from a dam they made? Be the monster they electrified? Pillage any or all who mock or resemble a disfiguring surgeon, forcing him to cave in the dark, a cancerous beast from hell? Where are your angels? 3.3.22 set to preferred but needs work. 3.11.22 set to public, needs more work? 0 views. Life's not pretty. We've been sucking down their lies meant to protect the dimwitted for years until we realize we should have navigated the ugly parts of the world before fully drowning by our own ignorance? |