Never Ever Land

My body is slow to anger
As it takes abuse after abuse
Violation after violation
Passive, I wait for the pain.

I Do Not Wait Long

Pounding after pounding
Like a rhythmic drum
An African beat
Or counting numbers
Up and down up and
                D
                O
                W
                N
Eyes star blankly up
Relating to a favored donut:
G
      L
            A
                    Z
                          E
                                D

Gently, I drift
On a water stained ceiling
And tattered wall paper
From a happier time

Anywhere But

H
      E
            R
                    E

Ah, finally comes the overplayed chorus
The loud animalistic noises
That overload my senses
Those that I care no longer to try and Not hear.
     
T
        E
                  L
                            L

                  Me.

When does this drumming stop
This sick beat end?

Just how long until I break-
And there are two strangers
                  In my
                      B
                      E
                      D
                      ?