Belly of the Beast

Would it be worse? Would the pain stop?

I feel 

Sick of this pain

And of this cyclical sorrow.

 

I feel

Sick of the unfamiliar voices with no faces.

And of this hospital room, stark and lifeless.

 

But most of all I am sick of this beeping machine

rising and falling like a monster's

razor sharp teeth, chewing my soul to pieces.

 

As I watch the bright strand rise and fall

I wonder what will happen when the teeth still.

When they transpire to nothing but a thin line.

 

Would I fall from the mouth

into the belly of the beast?

Author's Note

reviews?

Reviews

[Naomi Montana Walsh]

Well done..I mean the poem works well and it is a bit of a downer a lot of poetry is ..I sometimes miss the pretty ones.. but this is good.