David Keis

I want to sink into the ground

and have my body be replaced by maggots

and the ongoing agony will become empty

like a broken glass, scattered and infinitely broken

I want to coat my throat with words of hope

that will make no difference in the endless effort

Rekindling old memories

Of frosted skin and cycled uncomfortabilities

Let the warmth of these rusted chords embrace you

and tare you apart like no other

across the storm and under the lungs

Answers and Questions go hand in hand

like lovers

which is comparable because she is the answer to my question

to pic[k] the topic was a miserable decision

however the topic picked me

and leeched my salvation

like a flower plucked of its pedals

and pollen drained

leaves torn

etcetera

The rain on the mans jacket

falling briefly between seconds

over his sewed rips and cleaned stains

and ruined his moment of waiting for the bus

She is the star that guides me home

She is a colour I can paint the sky with and not be ashamed

I fear I am hopeless and for that am digging a whole comfortable for all

I make what I am

I should become what I was supposed to be

The fear is dominant over myself and any other emotions I ever had

The chances that everything turns out okay is unlikely

Not all the nu-raggae in the world could save me

Though it is a good oppressor

I am like a pack of cigarettes

I will not last

So enjoy what you have

Before you realize you just finished the pack

I am so afraid.