Poetry by David L O’Nan : Where Do I Leave?

Tunnel, Light

Where Do I Leave?

I met you in the death to skin fires
In sticky pits full of fallen stars
A dark red-curtained nauseous room
with the moonlit hissing
You room is a dying egg shell white
bleeding angel artwork,
the Mona Lisa convulses off the walls.

You broke my eggs to the Dirty Three
the yolk is a permanent black crisping
to wet dirty cement,
Breathing up from the ground
To paralyze me to this memory
Pause, run, running

I feel homeless
Fainting to your lectures
You fed me pills and secrets
You harshly took my heart out,
and drained it like a sponge.

I have to escape this,
I have to escape this,
I have to escape this,
These claws that grip

I have to escape this,
I have to keep running from this,
I have to escape this,
So fast from the macabre
The claws that rip

The hands of knives want to purge me into the holes,
To fall in,
and smell the sourness of a body
That sweats away the alcohol
That dances out all her dirty arrogance.

The few that swim out
The feeling I have to swim out
I've got to swim out,
This drowning,
This drowning,
Is closing in, I'm forever changed
by your tattooing

Left me in tears
Leave me scared
Leave me feeling sick and departed
From my mind
Leave me blushing in with fevers
and leave in a hypnotic taboo.

I drove away
When you didn't want me to
I drove away
Because I had to
I drove away
From this Kentucky Mountain Medusa
In an alcoholic veil

Mentally bruising
Mentally washed
Mentally forever wondering
Mentally i'm ashamed
When you were the one drawing all of the lines.

In my car
I try to scream
But I can't
In my car
I try to breathe
But I can't
In my car
I drive faster than the speed
I drive into the black hole eyes of the road.

Like chaos in the melting snow
and the violins play louder
"I Knew it Would Come to This"
Again
Paralyzed when the sky blackened
The road feels like 
a lost tunnel 
with these,
dim lights. 


Wolfpack Contributor EIC Bios:  David L O’Nan & HilLesha O’Nan

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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