I can Still

A little poem I made when I was struggling, but managing.

I’ll be the monster you wish I was

It tortures me, takes away my sanity

Makes me wonder how much their paid, and why they waste their life away, the people made into slaves to an idea that never made sense to me

For them, it was direct and effective

I may be on my last legs, but maul me, shape me, poison me, sedate me, and I can still live life

Kill me, rape me, and I can still hate

Until the lies say goodbyes, the lice, the leeches will breach my mind and live within my insides

Eating away my yesterday’s

Disappear in the preaching fear feasting on the yeast of passing dismembered years like laughing at the tears that yearn to disappear in the shattered mirror leaving behind a wet sweat I can never shed from dead skin, never forget

Sometimes people don’t get what they deserve, but occasionally they do get what they ask for, I got what I wanted, my own disaster

Abandon me, but I’ll continue managing, plaster myself back together, with ink, pages, and savagery.

Heal my wounds over time, cherish my soul with rhymes, never surrender forever, fight until the ending, and I can still bleed

Sooth me with the brutality of broken, and my lips will soak in the suicide, speaking hollowly of insanity within reality already spoken

Step forward, look upwards, trek onward, speak my words, star-struck, and I can still share

I may be a rusted weapon, but sharpen me, oil me, and I can still cut

Isolate me, neglect me, hurt me, desert me, and I can learn little, and feel nothing but bitter

And if you accept me, correct me, perfect me, maybe even a broken neglected heart like I can still love

 

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[Ghost writer]

I love your writing cause it tells the truth in such a way that you still have hope, but you know that all the brutal stuff is out there and really, love this

[wordman]

a master piece jack,,hell i wonder to.