You Ask Of Me
No!
Silent rage,
I tie myself into
Tiny knots;
Each unwilling to
Speak Truth to the
one beside it.
Tiny parts are separated
Precisely into lumps;
Hard dead agonies
Each to each
KnottedAgonies.
* * * * * *
Ego face
Smiley-mask of fear Eyes shut -
War rages within;I cry -
Vow to maintain
The Big Lie.
* * * * * *
The knotted whip of me Cannot cleanse
Not allowed
Past the bounds of
Shut-down flesh.
Putrefied rage becomes
martyr;
The stench of
The Big Lie.
Gag-bound, full of smile
I die.
* * * * * *
But what is this?
The martyred victor decomposes. Power deposed
The Big Lie dies.
Heart blooms
Effervescent
The Soul shows
Fibrous strands Each to each
Pulse vibrato.
Let go, Let Go, LET GO!
YES! |