Allow me to hang myself
from the very top of the balcony.
Like a pinata at a birthday party,
bust me open wide.
Crack open my suffering skull.
Take my useless knowledge
and imperfect dreams
and stuff them in your party bags.
Shake out the rest of my contents.
Fill your glass with my poisonous blood.
Try to get drunk off what once
was pumped through my veins.
Crack off a hand or two.
Give it to your son or daughter.
Tell them to hold it for hope.
Although, it never worked for me.
A contest entry
- Tough Times by borrowing.moonlight.
1100 points, ended June 17, 65 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think????
Comments
-
Very messianic!
Three smiley faces ! !! !!! -
Bravo!! Thank youfor sharing
-
wow i loved the metaphor of this. that was crazy and powerful in such a weird sort of way. i like how you kept it short and to the point. i love the twisted sarcasm dripping from your words. good write. thanks for entering and good luck
Adding your comment:
