I normally am not one for poems, but I was inspired to write this the other day. I’d really appreciate any suggestions/constructive criticism anyone can offer.
In the night I scream and pray,
Not knowing what else to say.
With the beads of sweat running down my face,
I look at you and see nothing but space.
But you see me, beefeater,
With your hate of Saint Peter.
You impale me on all of my self-doubt,
And groan and leer at my deafening shout.
Hold me. I belong to you.
Tomorrow that won’t be true.
I still think of you. You still think of me.
Two soldiers on the fields of World War Three.
Streets where the faith goes to die,
Cast out the offending eye.
I’m not your mother but I see your fear.
Wanted, Wanted: your sweet Haze’s last year.
Dip my dark heart in honey,
Eat it up like blood money.
Turn away at the mirror’s reflection,
Sure you’re turning in the right direction.
Blood, feathers, platters of swan.
We Keep Calm and Carry On.
Lick the scarlet fever right off your plate.
After all, you have your whole life to wait.