Wednesday, September 9, 2015

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.

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