Noel Negele- A Poem

Coming Down

The eyes red and tired

the grey shade of the early morning

trying to put you to sleep,

the pillow like a dissapointing lover

under your head,

you're not content

you're not content with this

but the way out takes away too much

you wish you'd be a knife

to cut through

the obstacles

the weaknesses

the atrophied love of those imperfect creatures

the atrophied morality of those imperfect creatures

cut through their deceiving promises

like a lonely able knife

but your head is like a cage

and your mind like a bird

tired and unknowing

tired and deceived

you're not a knife

someone else is the knife

and it keeps cutting through you.