Life churns noisily
around me
Like an unstoppable
Vortex -
And I am trapped in the
centre,
Ignored, Unwanted,
Invisible.
Laughter springs
joyously
From the mouths of my
tormentors,
As they walk right over
me
Like I'm a
long-forgotten grave.
Shaking, simmering,
seething
I can do nothing but
wait
'til my mind blows and
shatters,
And my eyes blaze
Hellish red.
Give me a gun, give me
a knife,
It's time for me to end
your life.
I step out of the heart
And into the hurricane,
Disturbing the flow
That you have created.
Dead eyes gaze back at
me -
A mass of unfeeling
zombies
Trying to make some
sort of sense
Of what I'm about to
do.
I was never so bad,
Would never hurt
anyone...
But you pushed me,
Shoved me over the
edge.
I have a gun,
I have a knife.
It's time for me
To end your life.
Hell burns through my
veins, and how!
Listen up people, can
you see me now?
© Copyright Cory Eadson, 2012
Hell burns through my veins... Vivid! :) Excellent poem! Just don't tell me it needs an edit or some such nonsense... it's perfect!
ReplyDeleteExcellent Cory. You are so super good at this, you don't even realise.
ReplyDeleteWe all feel invisible sometimes, I've felt like this many times. This poem captures those feelings perfectly. It's wonderful that you can articulate them so well in poetry.
xxx