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? Current bio for Fevers of the Mind’s David L O’Nan editor/writing contributor to blog. Poetry from David L O’Nan in the Famous Poetry Outlaws are Painting Walls and Whispers Hard Rain Poetry: Forever Dylan Anthology available today! Available Now: Before I Turn Into Gold Inspired by Leonard Cohen Anthology by David L O’Nan & Contributors w/art by Geoffrey Wren The return & revised version of “New Disease Streets” by David L O’Nan Poetry and stories Book out by David L O’Nan “His Last Poetic Whispers”
Very strong piece! The eighth stanza especially stood out, with jarring details.
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Thank you for the input Jenny. I appreciate it
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