Untitled Poem #81
1/11/12
And ends,
with this,
an era
as feelings deeply seem
to wash away the antic
that I’ve repressed so far beneath
but now I have no feelings
so let the chaos rain
and pray upon my scorchèd skin
a narrowing domain
pray: god, pray tell
what are thy plans
for this awful
future soul
you’ve loosened on
my harness/noose
and given me
control
a terrible
idea and
a dang’rous one
at that
with power comes
ability
that crushed my feelings
i can’t do this