Poetry from David L O’Nan : Emotionless Void

Emotionless Void

It was a morning in knots
Listening to the kitchen sink drip,
They drip over the glasses of last night’s mistakes
I continue crashing every time
When I become an emotionless void

And the coffee hits my stomach
Like volcanic ash
All the drugs can’t cool me down,
Or make me identifiable
So just separate me from my monsters
That turns this home to hell

In my mirrors I search for my lost loves
And try to pinch my lips to mumbles
I just feel all the old hate breathe down – my neck

Now you know when you look at that last
Suds of beer in the bottle
That you don’t belong in this town
You feel severed from all humanity

Segregated from the rest of these tickets,
To this outlaw train
Like a frightened chill

You see all the bullet faces,
In every passing window
As the train feels flat

While going up hills,
But never climbing mountains
You’re alcohol sick
And biting off the top of your coat buttons
And you just want to live on that floor
And watch that rat slide around in a rectangle shifting.
All that neglect,
Finally, has eaten away your brain

And all those torn blankets from –
Childhood ran off,
With your mom’s rebel flag hat wearing boyfriend,
And his damn rottweilers that smelled of shit and blood.
And ate all the deviled ham
While you lived on stale mini marshmallows

Now, emotionless is what they think of you
But maybe you were just beaten inside –
Continuously by those words of stone

You will be rebirthed by the river
And live with a semi-kind woman

Who will at least wipe away your tears? 

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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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