Attempt at abstract I

Inspired by Levi the Poet.

So let me just start by saying, saying that this isn’t going to be a happy story.

No, I’ve sat on this chair for six months plus five days, and I haven’t felt my heart since, even though I’ve claimed to.

Now let me tell you yes, yes, I do love. But not the way I did before.

Before I gave my entire being to the Devil. My time, my money, my heart, my tears. He drank my innocence and love more than the alcohol that intoxicated him every night.

And I saw him once, right before the sky burst into flame.

Light! They flashed in my eyes, but I didn’t look at them. I couldn’t stand the bright colours. I’d rather see though black and white.

And now I just sit. I watch life speed by. The numbers keep falling off of the clock into my coffee.

I’ve developed cliché, with deep circles and dirt underneath of my fingernails.

Where does a point start and end? Habitual circles, cycles, circumferences. A dog chasing its tail until dizzy from the thrill.

Some nights I lay in bed, but the space is too big for one person.

Instead, I built myself a coffin. But people only put it in the ground, never bury it. They cry until they laugh, because that’s what clowns do. One day I’m waiting for facades to wither away. For the creatures to shed their skin.

Let me point, point out it’s only human nature to deceive.

But is it nature to gorge on destruction?

I revel in the dark that spreads through my mind, like a Cancer, but Cancer is much more merciful. Illness brings peace after time.

Author's Note

My friend Ryan introduced me to Levi the Poet. Highly inspired, I decided to try my hand at a short abstract poem. I'm not quite sure how much I like this; it's very messy and it feels like I'm just rambling with big words. Regardless, it was fun to try.