Cement Me Up

I am a wall

Smack me
Smack me with the echoes
Of your hatred

And let me make
Of it
A boomerang

The mud splashes your face
And reflects

Your own voice

Make me a wall
For a wall I am

A standing spectator
Watching you unfurl
The forlorn cast
Of your heart

I am a wall
Of plastic marbles
Osmotic membranes
And rock glasses

Throw me your throw-ups
The vomits of your heart

The remnants of my heart
The undigested parts
That somehow survived
The ethnic cleansing
In the bowels of love

I am a wall
So make me one

Fling things at me
And let me boomerang them back.

I am a wall.

Erect, forlorn.

Alone.
Amidst loneliness

The echoes come from you

What you see is what you threw
Get your eyes checked

What you hear is what you shouted at me
Get your ears cleaned

And then chop me down

Author's Note

As most of the poems I submitted, this is far from a cheerful poem. Somehow I feel the end is too abrupt and I get the impression that the poem needs a bit of polishing...

Hmm... I wrote that some time back. I think I never finished the poem...

I normally never touch again what I wrote, but for this one, I think I will have to...

Reviews

[J. J. Nightingale]

It's your Rant .. sling what you will .. finish when and if you want .. I go back to many writes of mine .. and add to and subtract .. form suites the fancy of the day ..... cool ! .. Jasmine

[Kenneth The Poet]

Wow, your style is penetrating and severe. Like tearing off a scab and pouring salt on it.

And you express it so well, too.

[Dove]

I agree with Alewis and Foreseen Stander, the end of the poem did seem a little rushed... other than that the poem was great. Keep up the good work.

[Enigma]

The ending was a little.... too soon but I like the voice and the message this poem gave off. Very nice write.

[Alewis]

hmm i believe the ending was rushed a little bit, overall it was good